Away from all
known chaos to new ones.
Motive unsure. Maybe the trend,
maybe the lifestyle or maybe the desire to liberate from them: the shackles on
her feet that had her restrained.
No. It ain't for the faint
hearted. But the taste of freedom on her lips makes her soar
with confidence and newfound optimism.
However, short-lived.
Together yet alone. The chosen
one drifting further with the added load.
Time: too valuable to lose; yet, lost to gain the masked devil's trust.
The carefree days are no
more.
The gleaming eyes, the
laughter, the mischief swapped with the sighs, the groans, and the aches.
Wars of words bruising their
souls.
Oh! the decision they made, she repents.
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