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The Dead Soul

The Dead Soul

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Sep 29, 2022
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Lilith Marzena Asterin. Does she deserve happiness? After all that she did? Does she deserve to be the one in someone's life, after everything that happened? . Not everything goes according to our wishes. Nor does everything that our society does is right. Neither are all the norms made by humans, just. In order to do something for someone, which according to "morals" is not correct, should we change ourselves, or the mindset , which makes this society, change? Start : 24 June 2020 End :
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I have had dreams. Well, who doesn't. May be mine shall appear simple and petty to others. Yet they were mine to cherish. I want to do well for myself and make my life worth living. Like any woman, I wished to have a family with a loving husband and cute children. A fulfilled life amidst love and care of family & friends. I am clumsy but never scared to take a leap. You can term me as ordinary but I dared to aim for extra ordinary. Heartbreak is a risk but I forbid to wrap my heart in an ice cage to protect it. One need to live life fulled to make your death valuable. People often term me as naive. Am I? Perhaps but I never cared. I loved myself and my near & dear ones. Yet it took one incident to turn my life upside down. A moment I was blooming and next I am thrown out in dirt. What was my mistake? That I took enough courage to wish a life with the man I love with my heart. Is it too much to ask for an ordinary woman? I was stripped of my dignity. Portrayed my persona as gore. Colors were taken away from me, so were my dreams. My friends and love could do nothing but gaze me with pity. I tried to make peace with my fate and resort to a life of disappointment. Atleast, I had my family. But then I realised that residue of cruelty was still left inside me. It threatened to poison whatever I hold precious to me. I realised that it is my time to stand tall and fight. I was not their first victim neither will I be their last. Mayhap if I sought justice, then it shall save a future victim. Cover page is downloaded from internet. None of the images used in story are owned by Author.

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