………that day she wanted to cry,
she wanted to cry and scream so badly that
tears just wouldn’t come out from her eyes,
knowing that she doesn’t deserve to cry,
for it was her,
it was her who did the wrong,
for it was her who had to take the responsibility
for her actions,
for what happened was her own decision
and so
she couldn’t just lift the burden of her heart.
She needed a hug,
never in her life she so wanted to get a hug as much as that day,
for when a person gets really tired from fighting within
it’s nature is to have such wants,
a really really warm hug, may it be from a stranger, she didn’t care
she just wanted it,
as she thought that hug might be able to melt her heart,
might be able to rescue her,
for the path she was walking had made her heart really hard,
like a rock for which there was simply no tool to be broken by.
Maybe that day, she really wanted to be broken for once
by someone
She was living the most beautiful lie, the life of this world.
She was living really strongly,
so strong as to not ever show a weakness
in front of her enemies and
far more than
in front of her family and friends,
she had to, for she knew it’s the survival of the fittest
and in this world , there are humans who can control her by her weaknesses.
She just wanted to be rescued by someone; the rescuer was someone she longed for
and
the one
she wanted to be rescued the most from,
was her-self…………..
it’s common,right?some specific times ‘her’ is every1
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Yes, hence no specific name just ‘HER’ 😉
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I got the exact feeling.the feeling of being in prison.nd couldnt get out.
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Shabash, tou cheeti hai. Exactly ‘A prison without a door’! 😀
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Reblogged this on TheBookWarrior and commented:
Check out my ‘Her-Series’. Thank you :).
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