The echoing pain is resonating like a drumbeat on repeat...

A story revolving around punctuations.

I won't be who I am today if not for what you have made me...

She was lost.. He found her.. But it was too late..

When he noticed me.. I feel so pretty...

Too much expectations breed disappointments..

I am short... I am not intelligent enough... I am not talented... I am plain...

Can I fade away even just for a day?

Why let go when you still love him so?

My pain can be your gain...

The one who loves the most is often hurt the worst...