23. HALF TRUTH

"World consisted of lies,

And I eat them all,

Why?

I want to taste what it feels like to be alive"

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She broke every piece, her small and slim fingers curling around the antique piece of glass that she smashed on to the slab. Every where a mess was formed of broken things, miss-placed, teary cushions with cotton falling out of them and pages teary fallen on the ground. Flowers crushed and vase shattered with its small pieces.

Her sinister smile formed onto her face. Her eyes twinkled with evil mischief as she again curled her hand around the expensive bottle of Nabīth. She smashed it onto the kitchen slab. Red liquid from bottled splashed on the slab forming a pool and dripped from the edge on the floor. It was a mess, she always made. Dancing on her feet she walked out to the living room twirling in her floral dress. Thinking what to destroy next, biting her thumb with a sinister smile her gaze fell on the wooden small book rack.