Poetry Won the Jinxed

May 12, 2014
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I stare into the book. I wish I could erase the scribbled words. But I cannot. It is as though they had been engraved on my own heart. I don't know whether I'm doing the correct thing. And I can't understand what is bad. Nor I can seek advice from anyone. I am really helpless. I was the most unfortunate girl in the whole wide world. I tried to be happy. But I couldn't.

Then poetry came to help me when I was actually a guttersnipe at heart. So I am here,
still living happily.
Poetry gave me the strength...

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