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Boon Or Bane

SHE WASN'T A NUISANCE NOR WAS SHE A BOON SHE HAD A TONGUE A LONG ONE LIKE A BARBED WIRE AND SHE COULD BE SEEN ALL THE TIME CHIRPING LIKE AN IRRITATING SPARROW ANYONE WHO WOULD BOTHER TO LISTEN WOULD BECOME A HELPLESS VICTIM TO ALL THOSE STORIES OF HER CHILDHOOD, HER STUPID AMBITIONS,HER PHOBIAS AND SHE WOULD GO ON...... EVERYONE WHO KNEW HER THOUGHT THEY KNEW HER WELL BUT NO ONE BOTHERED TO SEE THROUGH HER SOUL ONLY IF THEY KNEW THAT THE MINUTE SHE WOULD STOP HER CHIRPING SHE WOULD HAVE TO FACE THE HARSH AND CRUEL REALITIES WHICH SHE KEPT SAFE AWAY IN THE REALMS OF HER HEART..

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