As I walked on the cold sand,
I recollected my memory.
I wanted more,
of the feelings that no one could see.
No one would really care,
if something happened to me.
So I wouldn't dare to share,
what's on my mind and heart.
I search myself for answers,
for the questions that fill my mind.
I search for answers,
so that I could be free-again.
I am trapped and I am lonely,
aching for something I couldn't be.
But then,I knew I could break away
if I could just get through one more day.
As I walk along the sea shore,
I observed a girl in front of me.
I felt like I had seen her before,
she seemed free and happy.
I finally caught up with her,
It was me.
She looked at me and smiled,
she told me to break free.
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Tasneem, you're an amazing writer. I feel embarassed to read your posts knowing you read mine.
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Shut up,Anusha.Don't ever say that again.Cheesy as it may sound,your blog keeps me going.So don't be embarrassed.You don't have to.You're an exceptional writer.
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Tasneem... I love your writing. I really liked this piece... simple yet extra ordinary in its own way, like you !
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Aww,Rayna thanks a lot=)
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