My pillow When I was so small it was with me, My mom gave it as my a friend, I though as it is my bed I was sleeping on it, When I was growing up it was becoming so small, At last it became up to my size of my head. It became a bed for my head, That time my mom said me that it is your pillow of my bed. When my father brought a new bed for my room I cried and fight for my old pillow I don't know why I was crazy not able to leave it, When my first girl friend rejected me i cried on my pillow it got wet. It was taking all my tears I was feeling light by when it hear. When my father was slapped me for getting less marks in examination i am so sorry my pillow on you i discharged my frustration. On my every birth day it was my first wisher, It was with me when I was meet an accident in our school, Only my pillow knew, all the region behind every tear of my eyes, I am doing all my work and all my study and report this guy.
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