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A subconscious panance of self-denial,
Not acknowledging the sentiment love
From the depths core of a broken heart.

Like the waters of the mountain stream
That steeply flow down and collect to the oceans,
So it's the blood like magma in her veins.

Neither dawn nor noon pay attributes.
The life that she can only understand
Even though she can barely let out a sigh.

Like the sky birds,
She dreams and hope to reach for the unknown heights.
To break through the cage,
To be free from constant emotional, intellectual and physical abuse.

She fell in love with a perfect man.
But now she can't stand the bitter taste.
From the man she trusted,
Came out rage and sinister character.

Her tiny fresh skull cracks out of misery,
Screaming her brains out for help.
For, trust and love got the worst-best of her.

Alas! Like seasons, this too shall pass.
Peace and unity shall prevail.