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* That Girl * That girl, whom i first met in a te

* That Girl *

That girl, whom i first met in a temple, she isn't bowing down. She isn't yielding her sword. She is wearing a thick armour. Has an expertise at building walls around her heart.

She gets tired. Fidgets around like a fool. Sometimes, gets carried away by her emotions, but that girl isn't the kind to withdraw. Not from herself atleast.

Or perhaps, this is what she would like for herself to believe, now that she has strayed closer to a point where giving up on her own life feels like a feasible option.

In her longing to find home, she has been abandoned quite a few times. She has lost her way, for more times than she would like to admit and yet, she knows that even if she has to muster up all the courage she has left in her heart, the real beauty of her life's story lies in still going on.

©Keshav Sharma that girl

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* That Girl *

That girl, whom i first met in a temple, she isn't bowing down. She isn't yielding her sword. She is wearing a thick armour. Has an expertise at building walls around her heart.

She gets tired. Fidgets around like a fool. Sometimes, gets carried away by her emotions, but that girl isn't the kind to withdraw. Not from herself atleast.

Or perhaps, this is what she would like for herself to believe, now that she has strayed closer to a point where giving up on her own life feels like a feasible option.

In her longing to find home, she has been abandoned quite a few times. She has lost her way, for more times than she would like to admit and yet, she knows that even if she has to muster up all the courage she has left in her heart, the real beauty of her life's story lies in still going on.

©Keshav Sharma that girl

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