Hidden Claws

Hidden Claws

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She was left six feet under while they were flying above the sky ... She was left in the abyss with shreds of a broken soul she had to swallow over and over again so she can survive..... She was left in a grave they called casket , burning once , twice , thrice and more to come ... She was left to be set aflame alone till she reached the numbness , till she reached the stage of being emotionless She burned till she found no solution but to be the fire itself She had a body with no soul and a mind with a multiverse of thoughts racing her heartbeats to be gone and outside her insides ... She had layers and layers of skin to protect her heart yet her veins came into it full of poison and it became so much worse .... She wished if she was a shadow with steps hard to follow and harder to trace .... She wished if she was a cloud happy to give her tears , willing to give them rather then fighting the world and herself to keep them locked in the depths of her starless core ... She wished and dreamed and swore some more yet isn't that the propose of it ? Little did they know that wishes were meant to be a sweet oblivion yet hers were a bloody prophecy ... Little did they know that dreams were meant to be a bright sun yet hers were the night whispers ... Little did they know that oaths were meant to be the law of fairness yet hers were the vows of resentment .
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