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"Scars aren't the reminders of what's been broken, but rather what's been created." They say writing needs lots of patience technically it needs lots of wording. Somebody who stammer has alot more to say, wherein somebody who is all well has nothing to say or express. Being the extraordinary collection of atoms each one of us has gotta have high hopes for our living. We all had different emotional healings and conditions . So the steps we take may differ. "They can easily trigger you out but will never figure you out" Since everybody's not gone through the same situation their idea of living may differ. Someone who has been through the best will never know  about being through worse, like the one with extra sugar can never imagine their life on double espresso .Those living big building call themselves pluviophile and share their stories being happy but they can never imagine the happiness of those farmers the real pluviophiles. "Dreamers ...

" Why do they speak much?", "Why are they so much socialised?", " Can't they keep it to themselves?", "Why do they expect us to speak as much as they speak?" are some common questions that keep running inside an introvert (according to the society) . My parents were been often questioned by my relatives and neighbors "Why doesn't she speaks much?"  And the look that my parents used to give me was kinda confusing for the seekers and was somewhat familiar to me. Once they asked me "Are you on Instagram?" I answered "no" then the asked "on Facebook?" I again replied "no" and then they said  "What are you at? " I replied with a sigh "I'm alive". For people like me memories actually doesn't mean Snapchat but instead it's Spotify 🎵 . I  just saw a lady  with t-shirt said " I don't ignore texts and emails , I let them age like wine" and that lit...

                                     She❤ Squeezing the words deep out of her mind here's the conclusion that she cannot even earn a dime. The words those were left unspoken were  being too kind. Reading a toxicant book to make herself compatible in this overrated world. Those feelings were turning into dusts . That  elegance of beauty was fading . That sparkling eyes were diminishing. The things that use to kill her earlier no longer affect her. Her mind was full of everything that she never said.  Her life  was falling apart but falling together at the same time. She was being taught to compare, compete and complete but she wanted to read the books she will never be tested on. She was beautiful but not like other girls, her beauty has not just about her appearance but also about her soul -MANSI SHARMA