Her name was Harley

Harley. She was abandoned emotionally when she was young enough to even fathom. She grew up like that. Self reliant. One thing about her was that, she never revealed her true self. The only person, whom she could unveil who she was, was herself. So, she was different from them. Skeptical, emotionally. Every time she tried to peep into her soul, it was mayhem. Also, they said she was always dark. Psychologically. But she wouldn't mind, because to her, black was elegance, pride, sophistication. aggressive and most of all mysterious! So was she. Her soul was black, yet golden. And Harley was born with wings. Maybe invisible ones. But she always wanted to fly, she didn't want to stop. Ever. Freedom was engraved on her soul.
Sometimes, Harley also craved for someone's arms around her, which could wrap her inside, tightly with all the warmth possible. To comfort her. Her soul, on the special note. Her soul was wild, aggressive and untamed. But at the same time, delicate. So, sometimes she wanted someone else to take care of her soul, when she couldn't.
But reality always hits hard. All she ever got was herself, at the end of the day. Because she didn't believe in multiple lovers. She believed, love was never meant to be easy. But maybe, it was different for the world. And she was too stubborn, to change herself for the world.

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