maybe she's not the heroine of herself.
when the whole pride, became a big hole of something.
something's dull.
the leafs fall from the trees.
she's strangled by her own dark thoughts.
her soul is like paralyzed.
being messed by ego.
twice.
no passion at all.
no spirit at all.
none.
ahh universe.. just be kind to her.
bring the happiness as the blanket of her life.
cheer her up with a cup of sympathy.
feed her with a bowl of positive thoughts.
and lead her to the path of wisdom.
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