I wish I had mother who would call me and ask super sweet questions. A voice that could heel all my wounds. (Only her voice) I wish she could come back to me so that I would never feel alone, never be alone. I wish she could kiss me to make me feel special. I […]

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I couldn’t  hear what you said. You shouted at me when I needed your softness and this pushed me away from you. Every time you did anything reckless to hurt me, I found infinite reasons to love you. My love for you is unconditional, and due to this I forget that one day I will […]

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She sleeps next to me. I can see my happiness in her. Her face is full of musical magic that my eyes want to stare for eternity. Her facial expressions tell me stories that her lips wont say. Her face is so peaceful that clearly says she’s having the best nap of her life. It’s […]

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She’s angel or should i use some magical word that can describe her.

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I was in a pitch dark place where I’ve never thought of someone coming. I was alone and always fought for my survival. I got no weaknesses, but I got number of flaws. I was tired of being alone in this fight. A fight which is purely mine not anyone else’s. One day light ripped […]

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Sometimes when my mother screams at me. I lay down my mental fists and smile. I smile, grateful that she still possesses that energy. Smile because one day life will tear us apart, we’ll be separated by distance, or by health, or by mud. And I’ll be dying to hear her voice, however harsh it […]

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Writing is a hard work. A clear sentence is no accident. Very few sentences cone out right the first time, or even the third time. Remember this is moments of dispair. If you find that writing is hard, it’s because it is hard.  – William Knowlton Zinsser

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