Never in my life did I think I'll burn like this, with my skin on fire and my heart being the gasoline to it.
I screamed, I yelled, I cried for help, but sadly, noone came.
And those who even lent a hand, burnt along with me.
So I wiped the streaming tears away and endured the pain till it filled my bones, waiting for my skin to turn into ashes.
For I know, not the body, but my soul will remain the same. The same.
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Short Story// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
