Lyprophenia's cruel grasp,
In despair's dark river, I gasp,
As the swirling tempest sweeps,
All hope away in darkness heaps.
About the Creator
Madiha Masood
Dealing with a profound burden and enduring agony in search of solace, I made the choice to document my experiences and paint the world with my vibrant thoughts, hoping to receive recognition and understanding for my efforts.
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