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You are in despair? Maybe it is desperation. You are desperate for the limelight, and eager to occupy the centre stage, where all the eyes will be upon you, and the façade you will wear at that time, will buy every emotions, running through the veins of those people. We cannot call it fake, because you never had anything real. The dirty little games, the lust and the adrenaline rush of the moment pulls you more in, in the cage of your own sins. You never ever pause to look back at those innocent lives you destroyed, yet you are the mightiest to survive among them. What are you seeking for? The power of destruction or the power of redemption? You float in your success, not even afraid of sinking in. You are the god in your satiric world. Soon your mind is in agony. The limelight and the centre stage have long gone, and all that remains is the skeleton of your deceptive success. The sins of your deed chases you like a ghost day and night, and this ...

Just, as light and darkness do not coexist but, they are meaningless without each other her downfall was awaiting in the darkness waiting to triumph over her success. She had an aura of confidence and her soul was radiating the power of being invincible. She fell right into the abyss and went in deeper and deeper without even realising, that how much one tries it is impossible to reach the end. The dreams vaporised  into fears and the deeper she went the narrower it become. Finally the walls started closing in, and claustrophobia soon engulfed the confidence and power she was thriving upon. She felt as if, she was living death. The hallucinations were just blurred images of her good time, when everything was pleasant and she was still a carefree soul.