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Bitra

Updated: Fri, 4 Aug 2017 03:16 pm

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Biography

A person in progress. Loves poetry, music, dancing, and movies. In other words, art. My writing is mostly feelings within that I can't express otherwise. Maybe you'd count some of it as poetry, maybe you want. So, it's fine if you loved it or hated it. I am a cautious optimist who manages to hold on to the desire of experiencing life from its warm sunshine to its darkest shades. As a high-school senioA cautious optimist who manages to hold on to the desire of experiencing life from its warm sunshine to its darkest shades. As a junior student in the faculty of engineering, I am seeking, besides straight "A"s, enriching experiments for the mind and soul; that is the reason why I enjoy taking part in different extracurricular activities, volunteering work, and exchange programs regarding the issues I am enthusiastic about and I am willing to contribute to more and more. I consider myself to be both open-minded and resourceful enough not to waste any chance of knowing the world better and fight in peace for peace

Samples

Hope is the only reason why I am an active volcano getting ready for its big day, the day it will finally be. The events around are all blocked out cause what could matter more than the day it will come out. He can see it happening already, the dead rocks within are shining for the very first time, warmly breaking through his cracks. Its molten lava slides smoothly down her rough skin in a display of pure perfection. His fantasies calm down the burnings in her soul. For seconds, she is full. He wishes nature would sing along but all that comes to his mind is the image of the angry lightning striking his spirit. She can't help thinking of the other side of her breakthrough; she sees how her eruption scares them away, how they are offended by her floating ashes. She is scared. She is reaching out for the sky but her redemption is way out of reach. She is sad but she's not leaving. Not now, not yet. She is holding on to hope. To her beautiful image of that day. The day she will celebrate relief. The day she will celebrate rebirth.

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