Her body was craving human touch, but she wanted to stay alone. Her heart was long time gone, but she felt the pain of it dying. Still. Every second was a torture but she found her little piece of happiness within. The world was black and white, but the only thing she could see were the most beautiful colours she never knew existed. The need to stand still was eating her from the inside but she couldn't stop.
Love was the essence of her being but she felt hate in every cell of her body. She could talk for hours, she loved it, but her mouth wasn't able to move, her lips did not let a single word slip out to the world.
Her fingers were dancing passionate tango on the keyboard but she was unable to transfer her thoughts to words other people could read. She was crying all the time, but her eyes were dry and tear reservoirs were long time gone. She was smiling all the time but eyes of the others saw only her sad face. She dreamt every night since her head touched the pillow, but she couldn't remember a single scene.
She felt the urge to paint and express herself, but inspiration disappeared. She was ready to love him but she was so scared to do so.
They cut her wings but she learnt how to fly. She knew he was wrong when he said this will never work, but she surrendered.
She was the strongest woman but her weakness pushed her down.
She was libertine but martyr.
Warrior who surrendered.
Princess but beggar.
Lover full of hatred.
Teacher who knew nothing.
Soulmate without the other half.
Sacred without soul.
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