She loved all things beautiful,
especially fresh new diaries.
Immaculate and unstained;
untouched by the ink containing
the weight of her thoughts.

So she left them unused and
spent her mind instead.

She did the same with people;
only her happy words falling on their ears,
leaving her woes to decompose
in the bottomless pit
within her soul.

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each other,
only in a
parallel universe,
where
romantic love
has a
different meaning.

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He chose her insistence
over my discomfort.

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Bas itna sa khwabh hain,
hum apna khoon na sahi,
par wajood chhod jaye...

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