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The Creepers First and Second Part

"The Creepers", first part She has humiliating lives have been exhausted in repenting countless of her contribution is of no value , even sacrificing humiliation hurting her heart as like as knife again and again she is deadly silent even bloody tears come out in pain. Despite that silence, they kept hitting in an inhuman way they are shameless and brutal, women are sinking today. They physically asulting her awfully; to set their reign to keep her down they stabs her with spike net again and again. They are in the guise of devils in the corners of society like vultures they conspire day and night, even in their dreams, tis their cultures. Her body has become afflicted with that poisonous paw the flames of the paw spreading out away like the arrow. Her tender heart has broken and she is alone there is no other way but to war anger to shown so, she is mourn. The Creepers second part Her mind ached at the thought of having to fight with her own man the trumpet blows in the blink of her eye to destroy then. She is not able to win his heart with love and affection her mind filled with agony; at the moment of battle thereon. The heart that was filled with compassion is now filled with the fire of hatred breaking the bond of affection she has to take sword so that. Her eyes filled with tears, she is about to destroy her husband in her afflicted heart she feel pain , today is the day to lose in intent. That moment of her emptiness has become as big as bay she attains in such phase by thousands of crooked tricks of her husband in the way. So many night spent, days passed in confusion the arrogant mind does not want to accept wound millions. although she holds her husband in her heart yet the morning sky was covered with black clouds in that... (To be continued)

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