This chapter is dedicated to zaolat03 and too all who never knew the love of mother and was given birth as a result of their moms death.
Birthdays are the happiest and
Most important day of anyone's life.
Not hers! She hated it.
She hated the day she was born.
She hated the fact that she was born.
She was born as a result of her mother's death.
She grew up not knowing what having a mother felt like.
Confusion rattles in her cowering chest each time it's her birthday.
She grew living on the only remain of love a murderer could ever feel.
The forever hate a person could have for themselves.
She's that little girl, skinny and meek.
A girl that held the guilty of the mother's death in her.
The only time she knew peace
Was sitting on the rooftop of the house,
And staring at the stars at nights.
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Good evening guys. yesterday was my birthday 😊, my 16th year birthday. I expected it to be special but it was like a normal day. I started something yesterday, I'm so proud of myself right now. I will tell you guys about it tomorrow, I'm working on a file right now.
Goodnight, sleep tight.
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Collection of poetry
PoetryMy life is an art while writing is my painting, writing has always been a therapy to me. Each poem is a bit of my soul and life.
