We are champions at feeling and falling for people
But why can't we let them go?

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On days like these
When there is no life left in me
I wish you could hold my hand and take me to destinations where we can live a little bit.
They say life is a journey and not a race
Might be true for some
But for me life has never been so easy
It's more like a race which I've lost everytime.
But only this time I thought maybe I could win but you showed me that loving you & trusting you was the worst thing I have ever done.

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Valedictory speech of a Rape victim in school.
Hello people! I am a rape victim. Victim as you called me and survivor as See myself. So I am a survivor and I am not going to give up so easily. Among these pretty faces there was a face of mine with lots of dreams and aspirations underlying. One fine day while walking towards the home. I see my world collapsed boom! They were the boys of my school who were defended by the perpetrators of sexual violence So was it my fault? The length of my skirt was fine but have you ever seen me as a human being rather than the sexual object lying. Neither I am a slut or a whore nor a girl you want to tore. I want freedom from your mind. The mind which is not divine.

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It seems like an old gingko tree with a sparkling golden leaves that bring us to the oblivion of its mesmerizing beauty.

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They strangled my dreams
To never stand apart.. Because they know what I might become if they ever support my heart.

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"She is caged"
The seldom nights she went through the trauma...
She hate that sight.
The piercing collection of unsaid words hit her right....
Jester were the ones who wants to tear her apart
Not knowing how cold she can play....
Stars were her chums and moon was her bae...
She is full of sparkle in a dark dusky hay.!

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the persistence & the undissolving cerebral of the people that drive me to the best of the world.

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In the clanes where you defeat your ownself to become better.



In the hurdles where i stop looking for any inconvenience.

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Leaving imprints of them in our mind.
Waiting for nights to engulf days & to not become the slaves of the periphery of memories.
Rejoicing them or cursing them but still drawing an advert image of the past with each sip of wine trying to be more lost & lonely.

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Leaving imprints of them in our mind.
Waiting for nights to engulf days & to not become the slaves of the periphery of memories.
Rejoicing them or cursing them but still drawing an advert image of the past with each sip of wine trying to be more lost & lonely.

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