The story

It all started with a sensation,a rather perfect sensation,perfect time and I was so damm happy but I never had a premonition.what we had was d perfect moments but unfortunately perfect moments don't carry till eternity,instead it till end b4 I could start serious.and den things changed ,the lie that disgusted me like anything.the two went away from each other.gone,gone,gone,gone,gone.in d middle they found sensations for em.but both couldn't help but c it shatter.and den d regrets are born,the pain,the agony,d spontaneous mood swings,the hurt,the wounds won't let live and even th3y taught d Hell what no 1 shall ever teach,this thing this very strong sensation was expected to ve not gone worse.
Sensation of living. A sensation of hope & a sensation of desperation.no harm u call my story a love story,a unfulfilled love story.

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So pathetic that kids have to be always supressed.even when its ur fault even when its not,u r small u r d asummed criminal.I want to punch them ol hard but den I am reminded that I am frustrated and that I shouldnt do anything now,they ve been way to nice than they r cruel.its k if d r ridiculous u cnt help it
Go on like that jst carry on
More over they r d bright side f d coin 2.so just stay calm
Burn ur anger within its d best alternative u can have.  

My style could be different can't it ?

If ya ol keep aside few things in my life I bet
Dis silence is way to gud
It's way to peaceful and I honestly I enjoy it a lot but if only provided dere was no human to question wen I am like silent.

do you have your any own identity?

think,think of a person you wanted to be.

think of the peace that you are getting by it.

and then think for some instances people disagree with your every notion.

so would you ever change for them?

or would you change?

because we all are slaves of the public that surrounds us.

how can you ever change for others when you are at peace with yourself?

how can you even think of doing so?