Nights prove to be challenging, as thoughts relentlessly pound on her mind. They never cease gripping her into an endless agony of the things that happened and the things that may never happen.

Whom to speak it to?

Some darkness of human beings is best to remain hidden. She didn't want them to run away, she didn't want to be alone.

Yet, no matter how hard she tries, a pattern persists: people enter her story only to abandon her alone once more.

But perhaps reality diverges from her perception. How can she be certain? Trapped in an unending cycle, certainty eludes her.

And slowly she developed her love for writing poetry. In a few words, she could tell so much.

It freed her. 

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