So wrap the blanket of suffering around me,
strip me of all my grace and strength,
doom me with your cold indifference,
until I am but a shadow of what I once was,
a faint echo of what I could've been,
lost in the ceaseless ache,
waiting for a peace that never comes.~The Price of Living a Life.
Yours Truly
Hind.
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Whispers From The Wonderer's Soul.
Non-FictionWhen does pain become virtue? When does survival turn into resilience? When does it all feel less heavier? Every thought I couldn't speak out, every moment that shaped me, endless rants of everything and nothing.