A Damned Peace |#wattys2017
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  • Reads 851
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  • Parts 9
  • Time 5m
Ongoing, First published Sep 08, 2016
[Highest Rank: #59 in poetry...] 
  
  A Damned Peace' is a collection of poems and short stories from the diaries of a girl. A girl who loves nights, rain, silence, solitude. Broken a million times but strength in infinity.
  A girl who is an introvert. The one who cried the night before and still showed up at work without letting anyone know. A girl who hides her scar by wearing the brightest smile. She is peace within the chaos. She's a girl just like you and me or the one you are crushing over. 
  Probably the one you betrayed or the one you called 'a bitch' the previous eve. Deep but heart felt.... Give it a read, I hope y'all gonna like it. 
  
  Plz do vote and comment if you like it. A lot of efforts has been taken to write and post the bits of this collection, so if you repost on any sites or blogs then plz give the credits by mentioning '-R' next to it. Thank you xoxo ^_^  -R
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