My Unspoken Notes to the World

My Unspoken Notes to the World

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22.03.23 ~Looking at the world from different glasses, where people say 'forever' to keep things stay, I say to remember that feeling once more or to see the world prove me wrong once more keeping 'forever' cursed and I utilise it quite well in favour, using it often even if I don't mean knowing quite well, it will be taken away; the good or bad. That is the cycle of life always going on and about. But why am I only one standing still~ This will be a story or not, a reality or not, but I hope it will be an escape for my mind and my unspoken words, curses and love to the world. Welcome to the desi eldest daughter's mind taking upon the world as if it's just a piece of cake. Or is it compared to the generational trauma, fighting the thoughts of you and your loved ones and the happy being in woman, just as the woman in her own skin, not with the 'not like the other girls' syndrome but like 'just like other girls trying to figure the mess of a life we grew up in' mindset, I march onto every day. ~m.
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