As the thunder rumbled, the stifling clouds rose for her that night was an unforgettable memory, as the cold air touched her, she remembered of the bitter poison of pain, falling and trembling into the numbness of the rain, rushing around she felt dazed, just wanted to hear few whispers telling her nobody will touch you. You are safe until I hold your hands. Realizing nobody will offer their protective shield, she ran for her life. Running into the demons of burning chaos. She cried herself into pain. That night she was crumbled into the shady rain, when it rains, it aches for her, she nearly felt the few steps, the few miles left for death to bawl on her feet the rain reminded her of a need to live or perish wasn’t of any choice. The bruises, the cruelty of the demise that she clinches her fingers too, crying for her sanity. She wanted her grief to be enfolded around a protective arm, every night crawling to repress it as a nightmare that was ever unwritten to her story. She was left with nothing but just letting dream herself into a deep sleep away from demons. She believed the watchers who saw her grief will hold her in their hands. Their fondness will rule over the haters and a day loving her tenderness she will rise from the ashes and her pillars of life will be rewritten. 

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