“...occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I felt.”
Child hood are the days where mothers lap was only our world, playing with friends was only our past time, winning the race of reaching first to school was only our goal, and talking about the sillt incidents was only our passion..
“Cause to me, it's, there's nothing that's personal and private, it's all universal. There's no experience that I have ever had that's unique. And the fact that there is just certain stuff that we share but don't admit to and don't talk about. You know, what is that about?”
Hmmmmm.....Mad,bad and dangerous to know....
5 Writingz.:
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hey how r u??....i m so irregular blogger.....btw chindhood is a great memory for me now!!!
Child hood are the days where mothers lap was only our world, playing with friends was only our past time, winning the race of reaching first to school was only our goal, and talking about the sillt incidents was only our passion..
I wish to be child again
@ rahul...
Even i do.....
Jolliieess:)
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