Being passionate and a perfectionist was always difficult. She knew it was maybe that she never found her happy ending, she never gave her thoughts a priority, always keeping herself busy, giving excuses how it was all fake and toxic for her heart ,and she was always busy with living others dreams, she knew it was making others happy but what about her heart? What about it? Asked the girl in the blue scarf. “It has never loved yet know how to thump at the gaze of lovely love, it was never allowed to go out in the gardens of various doves, it kept quiet, was sorrowful, waiting for the perfect time, didn’t know that it’s passion and perfection was too bright for this world to see, so it stopped shining, it went into those shades that hides a thing underneath as if it doesn’t exist. Many people came and unknowingly stabbed, kicked and hurt it in the shadows but it knew, it just knew that one day, one fine day it will beat again, feel those longed thumps that it has waited for but hurt is not all that it got, there were blessed things that not mingling with every other dove gave her, the heart possessed purity, it had that rarity that everyone wished for, but she knew, she knew that her heart belonged to someone, she never yet met.” Said she.
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