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Delhi, India
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The darkness could feel and empathize with what was running in her mind. She was groaning with pain, pleading for help but could anyone hear her voice? No one. But my hallucination could hear her screaming for life, tears were flowing from her precious eyes just like the rain drops fall from the sky, she was dying. she was dyingsays my mind again and again. I am disturbed all I can do is to pen down her life with the magical expressions of words to let people know how she was suffering for the entire life. the hallucinations are saying that she will die, she has to die and this is how I feel like a writer from inside. :)