11/04/2024
The scent of betrayal is as obnoxious as the putrid dead body...That severe and vicious pretension in the form of a beautiful representation is nothing but a passage where you dig your own grave since it just snatches your ability to breathe...Every moment you see yourself in utter despair and eventually you realise that you have stopped living since you got the reality check of the purest form of love which was just a game for someone...It can never be a way of living as you take every step with indecision filled with trust issues and an unavoidable fear...And every moment makes you feel that you live without the existence of life...🖤