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Dec 2014
I felt like the first day in a new school. Strangers surrounded me as I walked in the halls of that unfamiliar place. At one side, I saw girls in groups, applying make up on their rotten faces. On the other side, there were guys who were scratching their skins to remove the burnt marks of kisses.
I shivered to see that sight. Everyone around me looked so ugly. Some of them had curse words tattooed on their foreheads while some were tortured badly.
At the end of the hallway, I entered a room. I coughed as I felt smoke rising inside.
"Where am I?" I managed to ask between all the coughing. My body turned numb when I heard a whisper, "It's hell, darling."
Javaria Waseem
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