"Dear Diary,
Wind blows.
Time passes.
And just like that, my existence is often nonexistent.
My name is a lie, my identity a deceive. The skin I wear is a mask beneath which my burning heart lies. The face I possess is a mere mirror in which devastation shines. And the organs my body secures are the parts of "she".
She is Bhaivabi and I am Bhavna. We are alike like the two sides of a coin. She is short, has a rather stout demeanour and I am tall with a weak attitude.
She wants to paint the sky with my blood and have my body and soul torn apart. But, I, on the other hand, need her to groom myself to be bold, strong and confident. So I succumb to her breeding desire, giving way to her evil powers. I let her win, just to make my existence on this earth an announced one. A long journey with happiness and fun.
Her black pixie hair does not match with my long, curly ones. My eyebrows are thick, eyes are covered with bushy, lacy shields. On the contrary, her eyes are bare just as her chest. I am fair, she is dark. We are opposites and far apart.
Our hands don't hold each other's hand, but throat."
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A/N:
I know, I know I said I was going to publish the next week.
But my writer's hands are pretty deceiving ;)
Next Update Next Week, I swear!
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