She

The eternal woe defeated her each moment. She used to fidget alone at night, when the clouds wept on her ruining her relics. She detached herself from everyone who certainly was someone to her. She felt numb in lieu of going through a surge of anguish. She became resistant towards illusions. Her aversion grew for superiority, manhood, excellence as the world shrewdly unveiled itself to her. She deliberately turned herself into the autocrat of her life. Eventually, she became strong as an ox, ravenous and rendered her own share of felicity.  

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