Alas’ she’s free-free from her cluttered emotions, begrudged attitude, corrupted mind, black silhouettes and mischievous voices of her troubled past.
She’s now more on sailing on a smooth ocean, appreciating the blue skies, feeling the warmth of sunlight, playing guitar combining her melodious voice and running swiftly with her flying kite.
There were times when she’d look back on her past-memories flashed back randomly. For kindness’ sake the midnight trembles she once had from her black crows and snakes nightmares vanished in the light. That light opened one memorable day-when she finally and firmly said, “It’s over!”
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