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Even though disappointed thousand times or struck in a fight, She is now finally rising from her life's darkest night. So, today I stand here, Afraid to reveal my heights recite my ideas, and fight for my rights. You detained me of my will, Agonized my mind descended my skill. And confining me to fork and knife, Yes, it is true that this Is the story of my life. She who was pressed from all sides remained victorious in her spirits overcoming her fetters giving wings to her mind. She, the nucleus of our society deprived of her living, with a tormented mind and fractured within her own kind. If she tends to be so weak, Then the future of our country is bleak.
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 9:44 AM UTC
Give Her The Wings
Even though disappointed thousand times or struck in a fight, She is now finally rising from her life's darkest night. So, today I stand here, Afraid to reveal my heights recite my ideas, and fight for my rights. You detained me of my will, Agonized my mind descended my skill. And confining me to fork and knife, Yes, it is true that this Is the story of my life. She who was pressed from all sides remained victorious in her spirits overcoming her fetters giving wings to her mind. She, the nucleus of our society deprived of her living, with a tormented mind and fractured within her own kind. If she tends to be so weak, Then the future of our country is bleak.
paridhi-sharma
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 9:44 AM UTC
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