She was a warrior,
she never gave up neither did she ever get scared.
She drank up feelings just as they drink up the most valuable of the champagnes
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The only day when she was about to give up, you happened.
You weren't just a person to her but a feeling.
A feeling beyond courage and bravery.
Finally, she thought, that even she could relax,
maybe it was time for her to start living her life like a mediocre woman.
Maybe, the tables had turned forever now,
but even the king has to face a checkmate at some part of his life!
She wasn't a glass, but you broke her.
Yes, you broke her!
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Final Throes Of The Unfurling
Poetry"I strived to rise but every rise has a fall, I quit, I quit and that's all." Just a bunch of emotions sucked by the pen and bled on the pages. Can be seen in the dried marks on the pillow, Dark hollows of rapidly blinking eyes, And the corners of...
