"There's a cookie of Satan which I don't eat,
There's a devil by my window whom I can see
Being a gentle man is his disguise,
And he lulls me to sleep only to kill me in night,
He knows that he can't be tamed,
So, I call it uneven and plays a game"
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"I got a secret and I can keep it" she chants gripping her locket in her tight fist. The tales are turned, she knows it. A gasp left from her mouth as she looks at the mess in front of her. She knows, she cannot do it, the mess, the damage. She was never born to create a mess, Zohra knows it.
Her eyes pop out wide when she sees her own reflection in the broken mirror, Zohra is horrified with all the damage around her. Her shaking hands tightly held her maxi dress in her fists as her heart beat rose. She blew a heavy breath from her nostrils, trying to take an even breath in.
Tara stood beside her with her bowing head. She refused to meet her eyes, and binds her hands in lock to stop her fidgeting fingers.