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Slut In Your Eyes!

Don't talk to me about the stars
I'll tell you how real darkness is
I don't believe in your kind of love
I have traded my soul for peace
Spent nights in arms of my ephemerals
Woke up alone to sunrise
I opened myself up like a book
To be loved for a night.
I have been loved so wrong
In wanting to be loved right
Like a hotel for travellers on a lonely road
Nobody to stay here for a longer while
That's how I survive this life
Being a slut in your eyes.

More power to the all the sluts
Who are deeper than breasts and butts
You have been judged and tagged
And still live like you don't care
But, when night envelopes the sky
And you try try and try
You crawl for that love, for that guy
Who leaves you in the morning to just cry
Wearing a makeup to hide everything
And being mocked by filthy beings
Nights to days, days to nights
Hoping and believing guys' lies
But you, my slut, shouldn't be the one to cry
Paying a price, suffering and hurting to survive
More power to all the sluts
Who are deeper than their breasts and butts

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  1. Anonymous22 March 2018 at 22:29

    Each and every word used in this masterpiece has a hidden voice which can directly connects to anyone's soul. More power to all the sluts and eloquent!

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    1. Ruchi Rai22 March 2018 at 22:46

      This brightened my day. Thank you. 😊

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  2. Anonymous23 March 2018 at 00:13

    After reading this even it brighten my day too anyway, you're welcome, wish you all the very for future.

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  3. Anonymous23 March 2018 at 01:06

    This is amazing!!!
    The best article I have been through after a long time. Just amazing.

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  4. Anonymous23 March 2018 at 01:07

    Nice execution.

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  5. Anonymous23 March 2018 at 03:04

    Hey Ruchi,
    Your content and execution is superb. Keep it up. Loved readying it.

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  6. Anonymous23 March 2018 at 03:07

    The best article after a long time. The words touches the heart and soul. It's just I'm watching a short movie with proper high ended execution, plot and content. Great stuff!

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  7. Anonymous23 March 2018 at 03:09

    Coolest stuff. Awesome content. Superb execution. I just loved it.

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  8. Anonymous25 March 2018 at 12:10

    Matlab ekdum dhool uda diya..Garda

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  9. Anonymous25 March 2018 at 12:13

    Nayanon mein aviral jaldhara beh nikli..atyant hadyavidarak krati hai

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  10. amardeep16 May 2018 at 23:27

    Ohh... Sensible n' matured writing. Hope it continues to grow.

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  11. Anonymous30 May 2019 at 22:14

    Fuck

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  12. Nivedan24 September 2019 at 03:25

    kool

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