The Last Dawn(Unedited)
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Eyes are the windows to the soul _ Shakespeare
There was something in the darkness that comforted her heart ,it was the time when even her shadow would disappear. in to the darkness she kept her self Concealed. light or dawn never gave her peace.light was always the reason behind her misery ,she hated the sun and celestials. somewhere in the corner of her shattered mind ,she believed that the lights displayed all the human flaws.where as on the other hand the darkness was always like a friend to coverup .she tried to open her eyes but failed, as they were already glaring into the darkness, the cold nights were her campanions.in the world full of people she choose loneliness to be her friend.
never did she ever felt insecured ,she knew that she didn't have the capability to live with people, it was difficult for her to figure them out .she was no ordinary girl, she was the one who lack the art of expressing,and was gifted with the art of concealing . Her name was just opposite of her personality .
She was mahnoor
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