~° #Quote9 °~

~° She used to sing a song,she called it her favourite.
I placed myself near her,all night,and listened to her.
She was telling me a story,her story,and i realised she is in her song all the time apart from her sleep.
Maybe,even in her dreams,she is singing that very song.
Dark circles under her pretty eyes,says,she have been through self-destruction for so long,and wrinkles on her cheeks hides her age and try to help her,looking elder than what she is.
She have slapped herself in front of mirror and have cried rains. For being what she never wanted to be,she call it “all her mistakes”.
She feels blank even when there is flood of thoughts in her mind.
Even in snow she says “lets not go out ,its burning there.” °~


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