-The havoc 10 letter creates has no bounds-
Deep down stands a girl,
A mere woman in black!
Her Complexion wasn't dark but her dungeon was filled darkness!
She ran out of emotions within a few words.
When the other mouths accuse her, her breath was hitched.
Her life revolved around that minute,
A minute that constituted the realization,
The minute that constituted the perspiration and thumping of heart.
The Monologue were filled with Faults and a Comparison.
Faults weren't looked over but what do you get for your tranquility?
A peaceful heart or a battering mind?
A crescent or a full moon?
Positives are dismembered and Negatives are remembered!
Accusation never ends until you turn yourself,
Until you turn yourself into a 'you' they need.
I don't want to become the 'me' they want me to be, I want to become the 'Me' I want ! A 'Me' that justifies my existence!

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