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Faithless Faith

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She was standing on the edge, the edge of devastation the edge
of recreation. She has no purpose of living, in this world as this world has given her, sorrows, pain, depression and many such things people consider as downs of life. Every morning, when she woke up, she used to think about the sorrows and pain she was going through and that was yet to come. The anxiety was too much for her to handle but, constant worries crept up in her heart and her heart was in a turmoil. It was almost torn into two halves. The small cheerful one, which considered everything still as beautiful. And the dominant one which was protecting her from loosing her morale. She was lost between her thoughts unable to understand what was the right thing to do. The rebukes and critisizations she faced made her upset.
'People are too cynical  judgemental by nature.' She thought.
She was fighting hard to keep her self respect alive, but with passing day it was blowing away like house of cards, one at a time.
She wanted to scream and let this world know how she felt everytime they used to hit her from behind. But her despair and loniliness laughed from the corner and her soul was too afraid to come out of the darkness and see the light again. She knew only thing that was most likely to be done was to set her soul free.
For the first time in a while, she was carefree again, looking down at faith waiting to jump and let her soul fly away in the light of eternity.

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