Her heart bloomed. Her heart bloomed like a full flower as she flipped the pages. Those words – those alphabetical combinations were magic. Some tears streamed down her face. She was unable to believe her eyes. She was unable to stay mad at little things, insignificant people, and the never ending stupidity of the world – quite unlike her nature. And why not? Her heart bloomed!

Her heart bloomed.

Until,

Like a full flower,

It was plucked out mercilessly.

– Mahaah. 

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