Little girl
They belong in a different universe,
Her A whimsical little kid;
Secluded from worldly vices.
Under the shed of elders,
Possessing childish nature.
Him Clever and cunning,
Veins of sour and sweet running,
Mixed with western ideas of capitalism;
Learning pleasure and Profit.
Yes, she was that little girl;
Naive little girl.
She was everything that everyone assumed.
Yet she is nothing.
No, not even that little girl.
No, not anymore.:;

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Being a womxn

Striking through the heights of skyscrapers,
Walking on pieces of broken glasses,
Sneaking through an inch half closed window;
Is that what a woman deserves.
Subtle latent universal differences
Tonns of rolling eyes;
Hiding things that can't be hidden
Isn't the solution.
Is it?
Traveling from point woman to point womxn
Is tremendously issueless.
Unless the man in that woman replaces 'a' with 'x'.
It matters less,
Symbolizes more.

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Being my younger self.

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True beauty is what you see with
Purity of thoughts

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To protect ourselves

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Peace inside your head !!!

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Are radical



Liberate

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Awesome





Loss its significance

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Life itself !!!!

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Of the serene nature

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