She cried, yet again— not because she was in despair, but because she was wounded with the thought; "I had nowhere else to go— no place to settle in, no dreams to achieve, no plans to play out, no hope to pray with, no life to live for".
There was no other choice for her but to continue living in this darned world where she was punched— shattered to pieces of mental fray. There were no other world to choose, nor to live in, there were only this one— and so she was damned to stay.
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the Journey
PoesiaQuoting the phases of persona's childhood; composed over the years in her distressed journey of emotions- compiled in this book of short poems. Welcome to 'the Journey'.
