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Feb 2014
Pema is my name
Life is a tiring game
I prefer straight hair
and now my pimples are everywhere
My guitar is my best friend
I love Music till the end
I was Born under the 18 of Sunday
but I still don't know where is my way
I write Poems
because it rhymes
I wear big Same old Jeans and big T-shirt
I always think Love comes first
Headphones is always plugged in my ears
I've some of my biggest fears
I can be really too funny
as well as sometimes too lonely
I learn from my mistake
most of the time just too late
Life is a fairy tale for me
But i don't know where I should be
I call myself fearless
But believe me I'm a big reckless
I carry major dreams on my back
That's why it gives me heart attack
People thinks that I'm a weird girl
but I'm just trying to fit in this crazy world
I sing myself to sleep
I'm just too deep
My life is a long story book
but would you like to take a look? ♥♥
Pema Choeden
Written by
Pema Choeden  India
(India)   
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   Lior Gavra
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