Scars were her best friend, Mentally and physically mistreated. The pain wouldn’t end, Her priceless love was defeated. Feeling lost in her own house, Her voice was limited. Manipulated to think she was the toxic spouse, The violent actions erupted. Her blood was on the floor, With no strength to argue. She could not walk out of the door, because one fine day she said, I DO 💍
Rtr. Sharan Balasubramanium.
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