Metanoia | ✔
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She became the slave of darkness; allergic to the world, that crossed every dimension of making her wounds even deeper. Her hopes were gone, life turned into a messy game where she had only one option, to die.
Until she met Dr. Pramod, who unknowingly went near her heart and helped it beat, and let her experience an intense 'Metanoia'.
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[ Metanoia (n) » change in one's way of life/heart resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion. ]
Warning: Mention of blood & death. Do not read if you're uncomfortable with such stuff.
» NOT edited, written at a very young age (of the author).
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