One thing and one life for the broken piece of a vase. The burning soul that weeps while screaming for help quivers with uncountable sorrows. Bleeding with resent, cursing every foe it encountered, making sure no living is excluded. Unwanted from the time of birth till date, trying so hard to get out of the so called life it resides. Each word of insult, slipping from the mouth are that of venom, dripping from the lips that smiled with no restrain. The pissed soul that erupts into dancing flames of fury, hates being an errant human but lost in the world of darkness. The life that imitates evil is left twisted.
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