Samreen Chowdhury

Inexplicable emotions.

She's aware of her disposition,

so good, it can win the heart of the heavens.

intimacty and compassions shines through,

her eyes and wins the eyes of everyone.

No,she's not jelous. The girl is pure good, but

she hates her.

distaste with hate, she transforms into a

happy mourner, but she's not dead, it's only a desire of hers.

Hate.she hates her actions, her speech, her laughter,her happiness, her Presence and her heart beat.

she hates her,she wins everyone's heart she's fine with that but not when she wins the heart of the ones she doesn't. 

Pleasureful affairs and a wanting thinly veiled attack.

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