Being her wasn’t easy. To love completely or be so numb quietly .Mistakes that haunted. A choice to be lost after being found was what she couldn’t take. It takes a soul to know another but the other soul is what made her find her ownself . Wouldn’t try if you didn’t. Forgives not forgotten,Would apologise even if you hurt her. A cry when she’s hurt, a cry when she’s the one who hurt . A mess a beauty loving her is your unnamed duty. A fragile heart impeccable, once loved inseparable. ZohraSaman 🙂 


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