Preeti Sharma

March 06, 2006 - India
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Umm... There's nothing much to me yet so much, complicated yet simple. I have soft spot for broken things but breaking me won't make me love myself. I'd take a bullet for a stranger but am scared to ask for a extra fork at a restaurant from a stranger. I sing all the time and anyone who has ever heard me sing has never been able to hear anything ever again. Such is my magic. Tragic? My life's a party but heheh I am the piƱata... Don't mind me, cause I am lost in mindless dreaming.

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