The fading sun witnessed her first step,
But she wanted this eve to last till million breaths.
Her unusual peculiar dark, pale face,
And eyes searching for some more little space.
A little space where her eyes could bleed,
A little space where she could meet.
She could meet the innerself,
Who could tell her-"I am with you, whenever you need my help".
She walked on, and on
Thinking of where she had gone wrong.
Trying to collect her pieces together,
She walked till every border.
Afraid of being referred to as a slut, a skank, a whore,
Calling herself desperate, hopeless, discourageous and much more.
The pain in her heart hightens with every foot step,
Penetrating her wounds and piercing her chest.
She wanted to go back to her innocence,
To completely change all those coincidence.
To not fall for the one,
And particularly to not to be the one.
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