The valley of scars who feel no mark are the harshest one to deal with. No strain, no image to portray; a deep loneliness is the montage. She walked through the path keeping that scars shrine like an armour. Reminded by every step that it's there for life. Deal with!! Alone for a walk on the long way with no one holding for the comfort, neither to move on from earlier scars giving it chance to push u down, let you succumb onto it..
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 .....
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