Those days were so good ,when you only knew that love was father's kiss and anger was mother's scolding..Happiness was an ice cream while sadness, was a broken crayon.Who knew some day, your life will take you where your innocent dreams will soar high once ,but in a friction of second all would be down below the earth's crust.But than ,remembering how your mother used to smile while you ate an ice cream, and your father making you understand that broken crayon will still colour your picture. So give up, was never in my genes. Challenges always gave me a chance to show this world that if you are hard, than I am harder on you.
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My Secret Diary.
PoesíaThere are things I can't say because I know there is no one to listen so I feel this is best place to say
