But I won't give up.
Threw away the laptop, Punched on the walls, Pushed away the doors, Again had a fall. Wrote on the diary, Pressing the pen tight, Trying to ink down my feelings, Tearing the page otherwise, With every
Your life should be a collection of your choices. Good choices or Bad Choices but your choices.
And I choose, not to be a stem cut flower, displayed in the vase, adored by every passer-by, only till the petals retain, The temporary beauty, discarded the third day, For fading away. I choose to be
Too all the strong girls.
And there she lays, with knees close o her chest, Reducing into nothing. Drowned in the hurt, you gifted her. Stand there at the door, see her break, see her suffer, see her disintegrate, into infinite
Who Am I? A SLUT? A WEAKLING?
Who am I? How would your odes of conduct define me ? A Slut? because I giggled louder, Louder than your established range, While hanging out with my friends, Male Friends'. A WHORE? Because my dress ceased,
My Introduction
My Name is vshriya007. I am From Jammu (India) . I have keen interest in positive soul sensation. I love to debate and post blog on Soul sensation.
Austrlia Tastes Gold Fever
1851 Fortune-hunters are rushing to the town of Bathurst in the Blue Mountains in New South Wales, Austrlia in search of gold. Veteran prospector Edward Hargraves started it when he panned some earth on