behind veil
as a bride... with pride..I married the person chosen by my parents thought it's the highest form of respect and trust that I could give them for their love was my everything took new responsibilities with red hands.. took weight of new life with slight smile.. not knowing.. those responsibilities can bleed your hands red.. that weight will wipe your tiniest joy.. the respect and self respect.... they will shred them to pieces... and you will spend your life... mending them... mending yourself.. so... see what's behind the veil .. before covering it..
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