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No Tears Would Come.


 like a worn out cloth   whose threads make no attempt at tethering together ,   she lay still.   Shaky hands  and weak limbs   too exhausted to move.   battered was her soul   broken, her will   vanquished , her morale   her squeals left trapped in the throat   and yet no tears would come,   only detest,   sharp ,   piercing […]



don’t read too much, into my plainspoken expression, I often misqquote myself, underrate my cognitive process, verbalize sharp wordedly, articulating unseasonably, of what is left, in an interrupted, lamentable excuse for a conversation, never bridging the void, intensifying futile endeavours, of reaching out, attaining delusive outcome, where the anima merges, into obscurity , only breaking […]