Writing My Moments
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Last published Sun, Dec 27, 2015
hey...i wanna say something actually not only something but all of thing i feel comfortable to write in front of me and your strange image ..and all the thing maybe somehow now i deserve to say with my feelings and tongs rolled up.
SOo....!
U don't know anything about me but surely if you have chosen to read this book with your time then surely you have put a bit effort towards knowing me but although constantly understanding my written words will not help you to open me ...to see myself naked until and unless you be like me and feel with my eyes and think with my words .
I never thought of myself so much special and unique but i believed and always slept with these words. Something that constantly run in my body is not my heartbeat but my thoughts process up there in brain .
Now i guess 'm quite acquainted with this world but still there is whole left part to know, to explore .in my seventeen years of life i have been in a one place since childhood but a desire of different world.
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