I don't really know how to describe myself... I'm just any normal person... Ok, maybe not. But I love writing. It helps me go through the day.. I'm a weird person... My company's not good 
- Last seen on Nov 19 12:54 PM. Member since August 28, 2007.
- I am a 15 year old girl (India)
- I have 5 comments, 57 poems, 4 stories
My Stories
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White..White everywhere. For days it had been white. I could almost taste it. I was even wearing white. I kept looking at my hands. My skin was the only thing that wasn't white. It was brown. They couldn't take that away from400 words, 1 comment, September 16, 2007
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She smiled, weakly. There was blood all over her face. He touched her cheek and found it trembling. Her pulse was going, fast. The smashed window-pane glass had gone right through her neck. Her silky black her was infected by
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Dear God, / It's been a while since I've written. I don't expect a reply this time either.. Just some sign that you've got the letter. That would do. / He's sick again. He isn't making sense and he's running out
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She stared across the vast expanse of road, her eyes growing tired. Seemingly endless space could only draw her nearer to something unpredictable. Something she was most vulnerable to. Something she would cower against even a400 words, 1 comment, August 31, 2007
My Poetry
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Let me glow violet under the pink sun,
surrounded by a chorus of chaos.<100 words, 1 comment, April 29 -
They sold her with their eyes.
Told her their polythene lies.<100 words, 2 comments, August 4, 2008 -
They all think you're sick of friends and folk, But my crimson monkey loves you most
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- Cereal Box at allpoetry
They sold her with their eyes.
Told her their polythene lies. - Rear View Mirror at allpoetry
They all think you're sick of friends and folk, But my crimson monkey loves you most - Smile at allpoetry
Mr.Happy handed a rifle to me. He said that happiness comes from a land overseas.
