I usually write about love and the sweet aspects of life. But you know that life is an embodiment of all things good, bad and sometimes ugly. It’s my choice to see the beauty in it despite the storms I’m thrown into. On this day, life threw me an ugly picture, as I write I remember the scene vividly and the expressions of the perpetrators and I shudder. What do you think happened here?
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