Being DIFFERENT
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Ongoing45m
Last published Thu, Jan 26, 2017
Problems comes, problem goes. That's how life runs. Let's join our friends here on facing their problems and how they would face it us a strong and helpful person. Different in such ways but still grouped in one world. Being different isn't that bad. This world has too much of the same. Learn to love, laugh, cry and smile in here. You are not different you are unique.
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One secret and a lie
It's not just the thug in you it's the person you are, coming into you life make me see differently, you or a different world besides what I been through maybe I'm scared how life will end since I met you or how love will be different than what I'm used to it's a change I being needing or fears I wasn't ready to face or ready to let that old love go in between men with different love, a men who love is rich or a men who learning to love or a man love who once been thereComplete
Hatefully Yours
[𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡- 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬.] Some stories don't begin with love. They begin with unfinished sentences, unasked questions, and feelings that were never brave enough to speak. "The girl with orange flavoured dreams"- Aria Ahuja is a chaos wrapped in soft smiles- a girl with chubby cheeks, sharp comebacks, and a habit of feeling too much, too deeply. She laughs easily, hides carefully, and carries a past she never talks about. "The walking DO NOT DISTURB sign"- Riaan Mehrotra is everything she shouldn't look back at- emotionally guarded, sarcastic, and dangerously unreadable. He doesn't care about people easily, doesn't trust quickly, and hates losing control the most. They collide again in a space filled with tension, banter, and things better left unsaid. What starts as irritation feels personal. What feels personal begins to ache. And what aches refuses to stay buried. Because some connections don't fade with time-they wait. And when they return, they don't come quietly. They come hatefully.
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