All of you who make fun of me!
Do you know where I started from?
Who I was and what I became?
My heart aches for souls lost, 70 more words
Scent is beauty. The beauty that rules a certain psychological inclination we often have with the society. Thus, making us feel the crawl of incompleteness when not garbed in a “sweet smell” that registers our presence and gives us a distinct stance amongst friends and foes alike wherever we might be. 1,083 more words