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Inspired by the stories I hear around my community through the elders.
A story of the past for me but still a reality for many girls.
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Rajamati is a beautiful girl from Kathmandu, Nepal described in a traditional Nepalese ballad. Kirti Laxmi, a Newar woman of Kirtipur, fought the inva..
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I have been living my life waiting for a perfect happy ending,a desire for the happy end for the joyless present.The desire for perfect ending has cre..
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Dead bodies, dead bodieslowered down the groundA scream heard from a distanceA fetus left under the pile of wasteA child smiling and strangling her be..
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The dark clouds hovering the night sky,a noose hanging from the willow tree.Knots, knots and the neck,the dead bodies turning in the grave.A blood chu..
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The rose colored glass shattered and then finally I saw the world as it was; cruel and unforgiving.The lies, the fairy tale I had weaved as a child w..
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I feel those hands all over my body,all over me, feeling each part of me.The gentle caress, the gentle squeeze,that's what they said it was.The gentle..
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The words you spoke denied any affection,butI could see it in your eyes, the devotion.Your stolen gaze, when you thought I didn'tsee,yet you acted lik..
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The idea of drowningis terrifying ,your muscles failing,your lungs failing to provide the oxygen,your mind going numbthen you feel nothing.Now imagine..
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I love how the words stumble through your lips,I love how you whisper sweet nothings in my ears,I love how you earn my trust with your words,I love ho..
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