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Self obsession is the controversial form of loving own self. It is meant to poke, to point out the strength as their flaw of falling apart. Her solace watched her turmoil of fitting onto a place of crowd. Soul cried in fear, questioned back - do the existence deserve to stay!!!!

That pain never let her overconfident. She had fallen, stood back again. Time and moment used to question her, scary future used to arouse, to dare her. She was meant for dark, those blackening picture of sky was the shoulder to lean on.. Clouds embraced her whenever it asked for tears to flow for the rain.

Thy wishes and demands were left behind, she was being asked about her desire. All she would say smilingly~ My existence with loneliness is the biggest wish. The dark would stay silently beside me with no confession of expectation. It wont judge the emancipation of a heart. I shall survive and my smile can verify the existence persuing no disappointment. There shall be less break, more of me .....

When he shared his story of brokenness, was kicked at a time by the time. Love left, heart felt dead of the world. Clouds did walk towards him but they stopped then by his darkness. The long hands of comfort gotten bruise. I was the pen of that book and him was the survivor from the hit. A one who lived by the dead. His dying is the ultimate survival, a metaphorical night for the sun.