Kanika Khurana is dead. She died today...the girl who was...is dead. Instead of her there is a female who loathes the way she looks, hates the way she dresses and talks...can not even write well. There is absolutely nothing left in her any more. She is dead. Her eyes have no dreams any more, her heart has no desire...
I killed her.
A mother!
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I haven't seen Kanika Khurana for years, so can't comment on how she looks. She always dressed in black when we used to work together, so unless she has stopped doing that, she can't be badly dressed. Unless she lost the trademark sarcasm, she can't talk bad. And if this post is anything to go by, she hasn't lost her writing skills.
Please don't kill her. Please.
Wow...well thanks for those real sweet words and may I again congratulate you? Do mail me...
Wow, that sounded really self-loathing and morbid. But in a strange way, I liked it. You would make a good writer, you know? I've been writing for ages, and I can tell when someone's got potential or no hope at all. :)
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