She was once a diamond,
Even a minute scratch would remain as a scar.
How could you make her fragile like a shattered glass?
Will those rejoined pieces make her look alike as the original one?
Too much of you,
Suffocated her wanting for more.
Too much of you,
Choked her physically.
Too much of you,
Dissolved her in your sea of emotions.
Yet, you're stucked in a traffic of confusion.
Craving for your recognition.
Whereas, she's masking herself for her recognition.
All she could do now is ink herself on a crisp white sheet.
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