WHO AM I

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She is a queit, shy and naive girl whose main focus was her education and virtue. But what she did not know was that life had other plans and ideas for her. The year 2011 was when everything changed. She began to question everything she knew to be true, she questioned her identity and beliefs. Although she knew the devil only came to steal and to destroy, she gave into the temptation.  Late did she know that What awaited her was beyond what she can comprehend,

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CHITAKARA.KUMBI

I stumbled into the bathroom ,my eyes were glazed over with tears. I could hardly see anything but the sad pathetic face looking back at me. Crushed soul. I saw the the nothingness that my self image had become. I didn’t see me in that mirror. This time I couldn’t blame it on the crack in my bedroom mirror which always made for a great excuse as to why the image staring back at me was not beautiful. A hollow chuckle and the words “I’m a beautiful girl” would follow. Now, here in this bathroom, these mirrors were clean. Like really clean. Cleaned and polished everyday clean. SO clean that beyond the several masks I could see myself. Like these mirrors had been waiting for me. Waiting for my hollow chuckle or the shallow “I’m a beautiful girl”. Silence. I unmade myself. I buckled under my reflection. I became undone…

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