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POTS AND PANS
They said pots and pans were all that could define my potential little did they know their words were prisons that locked me away from my progress I was less than a person More than a caged parrot their actions pricked me like pins their limits made me powerless little did they know all this…
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Uncomfortable inside blanket
I Keep thanking my excuses For The things I didn’t want to do Regret Keeps reminding me that I could have been You.
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Street lights
I ran away From everybody Hoping To find me Only to realise The first person I ran away from Was Me
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What you do when you judge
I always like to write about being non-judgemental but sometimes I cant be what I write. A friend of mine asked me today what I meant when I wrote that judging is the worst thing a human being could do to another human being. Well I am writing this for you so that now you…
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Chapter 17 :Intelligence,Individuality and India
A lot of us are told to measure ourselves based on how other people measure us. But we are never told that human beings are not here to be measured or else we would just have been numbers instead of names and we could have been maths instead of memories.We are also told not to…
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Life
Dear Life I am not supposed to live you anymore I am supposed to understand and get by I am supposed to treasure a ring instead of acceptance and love I am supposed to fear society instead of being a part of it I should probably just grow up and give my best to someone…
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QUESTION MARKS
As a curious little girl,I was told to not as “too many” questions because “decent women are not bold What if I’d become a question mark instead of being a cautious,delicate woman? Men are majestic and entitled to remark while opinions make women less human but then again…. which woman knows what being treated as…
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Secrets
I slept with my secrets and woke up with them.. No one else knew what was going on, noone knew I was drowning they thought I was enjoying the waves …everything seems different from a distance so I let them think whatever they liked.Noone needed to know the truth…I was man enough to handle the…
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Similarities in differences
The story of how we met makes me believe in destiny and a statement that my grandma made . I refused to beleive her at that time because I was too busy focusing on how much I sucked at maths and how my life was going to be miserable. I am living her statement right…
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