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…”
I think the answers lies within us!! Beautiful poem!!
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I’m with you there. Our story begins with us…and within. Beautifully written Yamini.
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Awesome words and yes these r her unending questions where does she go and who will help her
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Beautiful! I love it.
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You’re welcome!
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Great job! And that is one haunting but beautiful picture.
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Wow!!
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