To,
The fire I liked playing with,
Falling leaves remind me of you...
Does the heavy downpour ever make you think about me?
Do you hear my voices when you pass through the echoing tunnels?
Do you ever think how much it hurts when you throw stones in the parched well?
(Silence)
(A long pause)
(With a voice filled with rage speaks the woman)
NO YOU DON'T
Because all this time I was just the ball you liked playing with
I was the juicy lemon which you loved to scrape and make your mouth flavourful with
I was the beautiful wooden doll carved by the delicate hands of her. You tied my limbs to nylon threads and controlled my actions as if I were a puppet you could play with.
Did you ever think about me.........DID YOU?
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Heyy readers,
Hope you like this chapter
I thought I would end the book with just 2 chapters because I had no new creative ideas....but as you know new ideas don't need much of an inspiration. Just a small push and there you are with a bunch of ideas..
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