The pain she wished for over the truth,
Was her favorite, she liked it the most.

Others thought of her as sadistic
Yet she was just lost.

The depth of her heart
Deeper than the trenches of Hell

Something took her down to there
Was it the elevator or her inner rebel.

The agony in her cries
Took others in surprise
The house of glass which she fabricated
Broke down like castle of cards
Which the her thoughts had evaded.

-Anushka Sinha

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