"And then it all started making sense. She solved the hardest mystery atlast.
She was so delicate, she knew, but she gave herself to people who let her slip to the floor, who crushed her into pieces. Now she knows how to mend a broken glass. All the pain she felt was just strengthening her heart.
She got stabbed in the back, they broke her trust, her determination was lost, she spent sleepless nights all by herself. Now she knows what to search for in people. All the tears she sucked inside were just cleansing her soul.
Now she loves herself, she believe in miracles, she have faith in better future. She works tirelessly and she still treat others kindly because she is the symbol of purity.
She is a butterfly in the process of mending her broken wings and one day she will fly and reach to the galaxies you can't even see!"
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
