The Unending Questions

Where does my story start from?
When did my downward journey begin?
Why did I choose the wrong path?
Who lend me his arm to move into the dark?
Whom should I accuse of all the disruptions?
How can they trap me into this vicious cycle?
What made me not deserve a free life?
Will I ever be able to touch the faraway light?

“…the clouded thoughts of a victim of prostitution…”

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  1. I think the answers lies within us!! Beautiful poem!!

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    1. Yamini says:

      Thank you 😊

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    2. I’m with you there. Our story begins with us…and within. Beautifully written Yamini.

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      1. Yamini says:

        Thank you so much 😊

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  2. Awesome words and yes these r her unending questions where does she go and who will help her

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    1. Yamini says:

      Thank you 😊

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  3. Beautiful! I love it.

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    1. Yamini says:

      Thank you 😊

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      1. You’re welcome!

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  4. Great job! And that is one haunting but beautiful picture.

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    1. Yamini says:

      Thank you so much 😊

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    1. Yamini says:

      Thank you 😊

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