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Black Is Deep Enough.

Yes, I’m here, watching the waves, watching the stars. The blue sky is even more beautiful when it’s dark. Black isn’t the lonely colour anymore. Things are same, it’s me who has changed.

As a girl sometimes I regret being bold and frank with people who are still living under the shallow beliefs of culture and shyness and expect you to be a showpiece of innocence and respect. I can’t join the crowd who are with you even if it’s lonely I choose to be the way I am.

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