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Unwilling to do a lot of stuff these days, have been my mood. I’ve been a lazy girl as I’m concerned about my life. It’s been a decade that I’ve lost all hope of getting a decent job, that would pay me enough to at least feed my kids and my mother who’s been ill lately. How is it to be your mother’s mother being a man, that’s who I am.

Conveying all those elements of life to people who usually don’t care is my biggest flaw. I just throw things out of me, thinking they would catch and those things would sting them, as they did to me. And that didn’t happen.

Stabbing at my back is alright to me, I’ve been backstabbed all my teenage. But when they know my intentions are so clean, they basically try to harass me. And that’s not what I can take for being friendly.

No words to write as my mind is frozen, like that snowman I built when I was 15. That aura didn’t make me settle for a less extraordinary piece. I was always a competitive human being.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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