STORY OF HER SIDE

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 The story of her side is as catastrophic as yours.


The volcano inside her was already boling, the pain she carried for days, months, year was already vulnerable...


The last few leafs of her dead tree were about to plummet...


The more sleepless nights she had the more bigger step she was taking towards the alluring darkness...


The smallest cut always hurts the most and she was having 1000 of them...


The way she smiled helped her eyes hide the entire story...


The pain her heart carried was as 

atrocious as yours... 


The story of her side continued, 


She knew if she took even a baby step more then she won't be able to return,


She was trying to hold herself up,


She was getting exhausted in her way off the darkness,


She badly wanted one rose out of the garden full of roses, but all she got was steam thron,


The story of her side was becoming dreadful ever time she blinked her eyes... 



The story of her side changed when she from a worm evolved to a butterfly...


It was hard to find the difference between honey and nectar...


Her scars were so vex, that she in search of sugar got salt...


Her irony was she wasn't aware of difference between both...


The story of her side altered as she cognizanced...


The story of her side was remade when the moon lit night turn to a bright sunny morning...


The sun winked and the sunflower smiled,


The cold breezes blissed both,


The eye contact both had was unblended,


The story was different this time,


Because in dozens of lustful eyes she found that one pair which poped out of love...

                                             -- Alina Abhipsa



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