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I have to do each and every thing Washing, sweeping, cooking. I have to be quite when anyone is shouting, I have to bear constant torture, I have to shut my mouth when I will be insulted, This is all because I am a girl. I have to crave my chest & drink the blood,dig the lake of tears , decorate the head with burden of responsibility,break the wings of my dream angel , all because I am a girl. The day I was born I was dead ,the flame of hate burned my Soule,I have no answer to the question. Am I alive? But I can say without fear that Yes, I am a girl.
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Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
My burned Soul
I have to do each and every thing Washing, sweeping, cooking. I have to be quite when anyone is shouting, I have to bear constant torture, I have to shut my mouth when I will be insulted, This is all because I am a girl. I have to crave my chest & drink the blood,dig the lake of tears , decorate the head with burden of responsibility,break the wings of my dream angel , all because I am a girl. The day I was born I was dead ,the flame of hate burned my Soule,I have no answer to the question. Am I alive? But I can say without fear that Yes, I am a girl.
Girl's life full of Tension of feature Fear with society Their are many families in our society who still consider girl's as a burden , They don't let girl's study , achieve their dreams
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16/F/India
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
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