Her.

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Layers of unheard pain scrambled her thoughts. Betrayals stuck in her, piercing her soft soul every now and then. Hopes given were hurtful in the end. How shall she know? How shall she know the cruelty of this mundane place beforehand? How shall she know the brutality of the shameless souls portraying an image of sanctity in and out? She was washed away with the purity of the faces of the humans. All the pain she carried aggregated and grievances aggravated by the 'she was carried away' thoughts. Her people dipped her into oceans of darkness of high resolution though. She has her own world of unrest... Not just to be made worse by people around. Do they realise?

Nonetheless all the motivation she gets is from all the bad wishers. Thank you.

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