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They want to explore.
Explore the possibilities of their imaginations.
They yearn for freedom in the their hearts and crave for it with passion.
The possibilities of their desires coming through is in their hands they say, so they never stop wanting and doesn't get wearied, they explored.
She is selected to be used.

It comes like a bomb "Boom.... "
It was so sudden, she never expected it..
It becomes darker and she could not comprehend what was happening..
And then....
It dawned on her! !
"her reality has finally come"
She can now see her real self alone in the mirror..
Her father is not there, neither is her mother or anyone else,
It was just her standing alone and facing the dilemma of reality...

She has explored, she crossed her boundaries, she has enjoyed the fantasies and splendor of yesterday, and now she's in today....
She looks for the trees she has planted.
Sure, it was there, but the fruits were bitter...
She tried cutting down the tree, but like majic it grew back with fruits....
She tried calling dad and mum for help, but they were both really old and they couldn't help.
She did all her best to make it right, but it was too late.

Reality has come, she spent her time in getting quantity, not quality.
She spent it in getting pleasures and neglect keeping treasures...
It was too late, she is now old and filled with regrets.....
She couldn't get it back with tears, neither with blood or with her body, for they were explored by explorers and worn-out.
It was too late, really it was too late...

She explored wrongly....
What are you exploring?
Hope it wouldn't lead to regrets?.....


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