About A rEbEL in CrEaTiOn
... ahem ....
D pages of lyf are filled wid mystry as a day goes on i add more 2 dem .. its a harp task 2 decode meah dse who tried went off der minds in d midst of way ...
am a haversack wen needed
a dreamerz destiny
... am quite idiosyncrasy in ma behaviour.. nd a ratiocinate in ma approach
well dis is meah and my lyf ..
i know dat lyf isnt a bed of roses but dse bluudy thorns on its way bt i wud se attachment makes u weak .. still i find a reason 2 live
my bloods are ichor and
am dat scented spume which every 1 dreams of .. i luv 2 be a squib coz silence has its own rum .. i liv 4 dse emotions which makes oders laugh . ..brings a tear of glory in ode