eyes cry # diary of a person of sacrifice i don't know why the heck am i writing this blog , i just felt something inside and i took my laptop and started to pen this down , eyes are moist and throat is strained but the feelings are flowing and may be i just want to stop them down , i dont want my feelings to take me over and so i am writing this down and this time what i have in mind is something which has now become an integral part of my life and the second name for me , i think i am that way or may be i am wrong as i have always been . sometimes i think is life so unfair to me or it's potentially more fair to others ?, someone give me an answer please, i m kinda now tired of spitting through my eyes every time or it may be that what all i am doing is what god has sent me to do . Sacrifice, a feeling that is so sacred , so divine and so pure , a mother sacrifices for her child , a soilder for his nation , a person for his love and a true friend for his buddy . life
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