My story…

Don’t read my story when you are unaware, what’s written on pages, I had perfectly played my role, though it was hard to act in those stages. they are still ripping my flesh, digging a tunnel through my bones, they can’t imagine how dreadfully I’ve been hurt from all thrown stones.

I never wish to erase for what’s written thought me so much; for every word, sentence and all the verses make me woe as I touch,
most of the pages are blank waiting to be filled with bliss or gloom, for the pages will never end until I live, they’ll just keep on filling an empty room.


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