It's raining outside....

It's raining outside....

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A book of poems written by me. No need to read because these are just vents of a kinda lonely, often depressed, often suicidal and also often happy, often in love, often cheerful teenage girl. Don't read it, you might feel the similar pain, agony, happiness yet bleeding I went through... But if you do... I'm happy to share my diary with you. ps. If you're sad or looking for a reason to live- look at this (*❛‿❛)→ "HEY YOU'RE SO GORGEOUS AND YOU SHOULD BE PROUD OF YOURSELF" pss. "Say what you think Love who you love 'Cause you just get so many trips 'round the sun- Yeah, you only Only live once And follow your arrow Wherever it points" -Kacey Musgraves Lastly: " We'll be a Fine Line - We'll be alright " - HS (the boy who found himself)
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~Even on my worst day, did I deserve, Babe, all the hell you gave me?~ - Prithvi Saxena. Prithvi Saxena and Vipun Sengupta are the two names people hate to take together. And there's no one to blame but these two thoughtless lovers and their impulsive decisions. One wrong decision after another, one accusation after another, one wounding move after another, one desperate attempt after another, one lie after another, one memory after another, one heartbreak after another, one tear after another and both the boys are left aching for their irreplaceable another. Love. That was what they always shared. Then why hate defined them more? Lies. Career worries. High hopes. Break-ups. Regrets. Griefs. Public interferences. Helplessness. Egos. Lies again. And they were left ruined. Prithvi and Vipun are two hard shells needing each other but preferring to break than bend. And they did. They broke, scattering themselves to pieces which pierced them and made them bleed again. Medicine? Each other. But will these two star-crossed lovers let go of all the superficial things and heal each other by holding onto something as raw as the love they share? ~You wear the same jewels that I gave you as you bury me.~ - Vipun Sengupta. (Before I'm accused of plagiarism for no apparent reason AgAiN (if not self-created personal grudges), I'd like to mention that both the lines are from Taylor Swift's, my tears ricochet.) *** FICTION. FICTION. FICTION. ╭∩╮ In uppercase for those teeny-tiny brains who don't seem to get it.╭∩╮ If you don't like the concept, or are homophobic/character-phobic/love-phobic/hate-phillic/with reason love-phobic/with reason hate-phillic -- don't read, don't vote, don't comment. That's what Wattpad tells you to do. Remember to follow through the guidelines of the platform you are on. A needful reminder: Cyber-bullying is a crime. ~I hate the word homophobia. It's not a phobia. You're not scared. You're an asshole.~ - Morgan Freeman.

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