Fighting for me has now become an addiction.
fighting and fighting for the rights of others around me,it\'s not a good feeling nor is it fun.
good morning. I\'ve had a wrecked and sleepless night but I look forward to every single day.
I glare into the window and watch the freedom of birds,I pray that I become a bird one day.
My soul is controlled but my emotions are awakened.
taking a deep breath. In and out,slowly. I could hear the rustling sounds of winds through my throat.
curling my medium sized fists,vibrating my nails in anger,
my vision changes into blurs.
a stream of tears.