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“She closed her eyes and prayed, prayed that he may still run after her and tell her to come back. He didn't and she kept walking. She began to cry. She felt lost. She felt confused. How could a love so pure be so corrupt? How could heaven turn into hell in a blink of an eye. Never one to pray, she couldn't help but look up at the night sky and ask God, is this it for me? Is it my curse to always have this emptiness in my soul?”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish