My life in your way

Where should I start the story, how do I begin, I do not understand anything, it is just a story. A small village and a child who grew up in the village, comes to the city of hope, holding on to the expectations. Getting out of the house for the first time and starting everything over and then getting stuck in the same vortex , His hope was now attached to someone else who was no longer his, the hope came from and he did everything for the hope he was in today but he got nothing but his hopes, falling in love with a girl sharing your virginity with that girl Then how difficult was it to sleep with a eunuch in the desire to get the same , To stay at a man's house, pay the price of your body to that man to stay.How difficult is it when the secret of the heart has to be buried in the heart itself, in the desire of love, it is blue in the market of bodies, To understand the value of money, to give one's own blood for 500 rupees,And the filth is so much compulsion to fuck someone else. It is not easy to show the face of deceit with laughter in front of everyone. Story of Responsibility The business of flesh is not easy , The journey of hiding the eyes from crying was not easy for him to cross the threshold of pain, but still he lived , Thought I would love someone, but the business of the body became his life.There was a little fight, a little love happened. Thought I had to tell someone.Sometimes someone comes in life who is learned a lot, someone came in his life learned that love is not the price of understanding, he explained to him that love is worth more than money or not. His family is very big, the responsibilities used to make him sleep, but could he really sleep, he used to ask in the links that if he sleeps then he never wakes up. He wanted to laugh, but why did he laugh alone, he cried alone, it was easy to hear sikkias but it was not easy to live in it. His story is going on even today and will continue and should go on because what was the need for people to know why he did all this to him. He had his destiny in his hands, what would he want to do, was it difficult to know all this, was he really someone , Yes, this story is not someone else's story, this is my story to cheat, to sin, to cheat people, It was not easy for me to play with someone but I know that I played. Maybe it's easier to know. There was a business of bodies, and business is not done with any one.

still alive my hope my story my voice and me but dead

heart ।

Never thought I would ever have to play with anyone, never thought I would ever have to break my own heart. I thought love found everything that a boy needs in his youth, maybe a girl who has the juice of youth, all eyes are on it, but she had learned from someone that we are not together.

It is easy to sleep with someone but it is not easy to cry with someone so he slept and cried but with everyone , That love story, his youth, why could no one see the water flowing in his eyes.After all, why no one could stop him, did he only want to sleep with his tears flowing, did he not think that no one would see him, he did not think , eyes are bread, tears cry , We get up and turn around and then it is so difficult to come back to the same place, isn't it? He left everything by saying that no one, no one just walks.

Today he is in sorrow because he is telling here today who did not want to tell anyone, not to get anything, just because what happens in life, what should happen, the punishment of a mistake goes back ten years ,The flying bird is sunny in the dust, his face feeding on the soil, red eyes, due to aging Tomorrow he will go, he will run, but he will be able to see till where he will be able to run, how will he be able to run, who knows, maybe no one .