Our Perfectly Imperfect World

Rage filled fights, bloodied walls, burning streets and palms strewn over little eyes. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Lily had failed to realize what exactly was wrong at the right time. When she could finally be able tell what was wrong, it had been too late. The last reminiscence of the violence had been pushed under the rug with streets renovated and the walls painted.

Uneasiness had been jabbing the corner of her mind, when she reached an epiphany one fair night-
Men had lost their rights and it was not right.

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