At that point she refused to budge, she never knew it'll turn around to her detriment.
She was on top of the world and she loved the feel.
The thrill, the risk, they all worked to amplify her already stroked ego - they contributed to her defeat, her demise.
At the point of death, she thawed. "What a life I lived," she reminisced. Thoughts of her actions and inactions caused her tears to flow freely.
Soon, life fled from her... the stench of regrets filled the air.
At her funeral, the atmosphere was solemn.
'She led a good life,' one of the eulogies read.
But we all knew it was a great lie.
A woman was born with nothing. She grew up, had a name and became mean. She died. And now, a woman has no name anymore; memories are all that's left.
The powers of this world intoxicate; if only we can always remember it almost never ends well.
Be wise!
- Arinze Talius Dike
#TheSummarizer.
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