"White I was a lost child in the crowd of million a broken petal of flower, and peeled paint of tower. I danced madly in the party with all shiny clothes deep inside i was still traumatized by the torned shirt of my dad. I dreamed to run fast to recovered my failure and forgot my inner self sometimes to get everything earlier. I lately realized everyone has a story they have been through and still living in a past no matter how they pretend to be good ©nalini turare"