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Bitter thoughts ....

She’s an ancient artifact; dusty dark and sored of scars,
holding droplets of saline thoughts— from when tied the wedding knot,
weary and worried, until old; in the process of grooming his kids,
in the process of learning his greed— in the process of gifting his ease;
she sacrifices her will, forgoes her wishes and forgets,
her favorite dishes— she loses her name;
changes it anew, dependent on father’s name,
then dependent on the grooms’;
for in all her life, and all along her breath she’s been told—
that one day a new man will rule, as
she—his kingdom and he— her king;
grown to gain pride alone, every path she takes
to frame her story right; though her shadow’s darkened
by hurdles; she fights— her life— to be: the right daughter,
to be the sweetest sister, to be a promising friend;
and to be the most caring mother—baring her burdens with pleasure,
and yet beneath all the truth that she faces;
at a place far away from the screeching vessels— she lays
in her paradise; alongside silence— her lullaby
—where none dares to oppose her reign
or ruin her rules; she smiles in guise, where
her sniggers turn to be laughs— and she stops:
stealing days from her calendar, and stops lying the likings
of choices— she never chose; stops taking chances
that she never dared— mimicked;
she remains a traditional scar to the prideful generation,
in a bizarre relation— the bride;
she— the bride.

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Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

ghalia_sheikh’s Profile Photoغالیہ
The phone rang and
the daughter picked it up;
the telephone spoke—
“coming home”.
The sun fell down
—sky dark and
the stars bright;
the light
from the crescent,
fell on him
—cutting across his face,
it landed on his lips;
such a beautiful night!
And when the street lamp,
pierced into his eyes,
the wheels screeched
and the tires hauled,
his car was in two—
astride over the divider;
blood gushed out of his veins,
the bottle rolled— out
and off his window pane—
onto the lane,
as the phone; rang again.
--Known Stranger<3

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That moment when you realize? #nohates #staif

MadhuriLover’s Profile PhotoSēêRåt TâYyàßä
I'm as good as the summer sun in the winter cold, and yet, what matters is that I don't fulfill their expectations of the spring. what you like is for yourself, what you hate is for yourself, and what you wanna do is for yourself too, but then, what you actually do- must be dependent on the society and on that of those views of who claim to love you. I don't understand the login in here. You live then you die; you pass on with your life, yet, what matters is 'others'. #crazy_world_full_of_shit_and_shit_alone 😶!

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