EMPYREAN (English Vers.)

EMPYREAN (English Vers.)

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Anne believed in reincarnation, even though her father kept telling her it was nothing but a fairytale. She had tried every kind of prayer that existed in the world, pleading to whoever created the heavens and the earth. If she could be reborn, if miracles were real, she wished to be born, or turned, into a beautiful princess like the ones everyone adored. Her exotic skin was seen as a disgrace in her own land. From princes to coachmen, no one wanted to marry her. Her skin seemed to be an endless curse. The beauty standards of her country pushed her into the deepest pit of loneliness. But one day, just like in the fantasies she wrote about, a prince agreed to marry her, a prince even more beautiful than she was. From that day on, Anne lived with a single question haunting her heart: Why would a prince do that?
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I was only nine when my life changed forever. I was sold like an object; all of my cries were ignored as if they meant nothing. I meant nothing. That night, I learned that in this world, I had no value -- not as a child and not as human as well. So, I learned to survive on my own. Later years were even cruel. I was sold and tossed from one hand to another. I was taught to obey, to smile when I wanted to cry, to bury my pain deep inside. Love? Happiness? Those were words that didn't exist in my world. All I knew was how to survive. And when I lost all of my hopes of survival as well, he came. He didn't just look at me, he saw me. He made me feel something I never felt before. I saw a spark of hope in him, but hope is dangerous. I am dangerous and not something meant for love. I want him to stay away from me because I don't want him to burn with me in the same fire. I need him to stop and save himself from this forbidden love. I can never be his and person like him are not meant to be mine. I am Sandhya and this is my story of Love and Freedom from those who call themselves my master.

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