The blow come and go like the blood gushing through my veins. More hatred flows through my young body... Making me more rebellious each day.... Thought of swimming in the reservoir without life jackets....Thought of gulping down ten of those white tablets.... Thought of slashing the pen knife in my pencil box through my veins...But i didnt managed...I cried silently but no one knows.. no one hears...I walked through many aisles and questions flooded my thoughts.... I walked through many corridors and my imaginations run wild....I walked on the road and i felt like flying...flying...with the wind....
Saturday, January 29, 2005
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