34||Play of Fate
|R E Y A N S H|
My soul is rebellious. Dark. Stubborn, tainted with all the evil deeds it has done, killing without any remorse. My soul has seen the sunlight, it admired it.
If my soul has seen how brightness feels like, loved every essence of it, that it has preserved it in its cupped hand, inside my heart. It has let the cupped hand to open when the darkness falls, when it starts turning so cold, so scary, so suffocating.
Even if I despise darkness, why have I built that wall which will never let a speck of light penetrate inside. I found solace in darkness. Hold it so close that even breath will be ashamed.
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