Fury

‚ÄčThe words she had swallowed rendered a constant hum of madness in her head.

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Night

Day turned into night with the colour of kohl running down her tear stained cheeks. The hint of the moon was her eyes turned away. The mist from her lashes fell softly as dew. The air grew bitter cold as she trembled with loneliness. 

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Detachment

A certain amount of detachment was imperative to keep my heart from being ripped open every time shrapnels of words were hurled at me.
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Waves of emotion

Waves of emotion stung my heart afresh with an ache that had settled in deep corners of my soul a long time ago. Someone had accidentally unlocked the dusty room in an abandoned house I once lived in.

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