Her Feelings
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"...you know when a girl cries,
she cries in a closed room, with a teddy bear beside her,
she cries in such a low voice,
so that nobody can hear her sob,
so that nobody can judge her,
so that nobody can question her,
At that time she just wants a shoulder to cry upon,
need someone to speak soothing words in her ear so that she can relax.
That is what a girl wants..."
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A story of how a girl feel in her teen years .
it's just a girl's thoughts.
hope you guys enjoy this..
Cover credit:- @Goddess_IT
highest rank #20 in poetry on 24/6/2017
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