She spits fire through her words.
Her soul is burning with stories of hurt.
She pens them down one by one,
Taking the blood as her ink.
The judgemental stares,
And the unjust allegations
Fuel the fire of her thoughts.
Looking into her deep eyes,
You may see the magma bubbling deep red.
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Okay readers i am really not able to write a lot these days. Somewhat due to the work and also because this blank void kinda thing in my head, just can’t get anything good to pen down. So yeah the frequency of my posts might be a bit low nowadays ( not zero) but i hope this phase ends soon. Stay connected.