And She wonders who she was, what it was that would heal her broken heart
she scramble upon papers all day long
and would spend whole night counting stars
she was told to stay strong, but it was hard
what else she could have done after everything she lost
her heart teard apart soul filled with dark
she stood firm with her scars, she cried and fought back to Sucidial thought
she was a warriors with sharpest sword
©Arpita Rai
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