(Rakhi - this is for you)
Tears blur the wordson the diary, written eons agolaughter tingles through her bloodpretty eyes never ceasing to smile.
Nursing the purple bruisesthat time blended between agony and blissshe survived the ridebelieving the ache will heal.
She finds it hard to measurethe hills she has climbedthrough bliss and shallow needsof idle youth and its idyllic dreams.
It’s
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