i am!
my name may be bushra....
Yes, but who am i...?
who am i...?... that is the only question that matters
enthusiastic or just simply a troubled girl
looking for answers..WHO AM I...?
i must find out the truth...
i can remember sad times, happy times, and times i loved something...someone…
…but still it troubles me
the chasm between my birth and my death…my life !!!!!!!
i suddenly have tears rolling out of my eyes,
for i have so many people to love me
…they are always there for me
...they complete me
…they make me, me!
but still…
i am bushra– the lost soul