
Hold it.. No.. Breathe.. Deep breaths.. More deeper..
Her hands with overgrown full of dirt n filth nails.. With shiny metallic fingers..These hands into her womb.. Pulled that beautiful thing out..
In blood..she looked beautiful.. She kissed her..
Now a grown up girl..
Grown-up Girl?? Now how do u segregate a grown up from a kiddo girl??
Hmm.. Well when only some people try to touch..Then a kiddo..
When most of them want to fondle.. A Grown-Up..
pretty simple..Right!!
People said they haven't seen a girl like her..She was free flowing..She was spontaneous..She was LIFE..
After that day .. :( :( inferiority complex setting in..gripping her.. strangulating her.. killing her..
She wants to be loved.. To be felt..To be cared for..
But she knows.. Knows that she is just not destined to be loved..she is too bad to be loved..she just doesn't deserves to be loved..
Even if someone loves her..She knows eventually he WILL leave her..Alone..
The Verdict : She is not programmed to be loved..
She'll die.. a lonely death..
Her only wish is to prove herself wrong. She really really wish to be loved..
The Reason : That day!! Not obsessed with love..but That Day!!
