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who has doubt on my integrity
n who delay the things
ABOUT ME
I DESIRE FOR THNGS WHICH DNT EXIST...I TEND TO CREATE DEM FOR ME..."
"itz not special to be special..,
itz very special to be ordinary"...
Gone are the days when I were a child…
Now m an adult and flow against the tide…
Gone are the days when I used to express…
These days I always feel like oppressed…
Gone are the days when I used to live life freely…
Today I feel trapped and my days seem lonely…
Gone are the days when I could feel my soul.
Now days its hard even to guess my tone…
Gone is the desire to live on my own…
As I don’t own a thing which I can call my own…
Dreams are not a part of my sleep anymore…
The desire to fulfill them is not in existence anymore…
Today I pen down my thoughts to numb my pain….
But how hard I try
It all goes in vain…
I always give a damn to my success and failures…
As they no longer relate to my sorrows and pleasures…
From dawn to dusk I wait for a miracle spell…
But it seems like a journey from heaven to hell…
nw dis is confusng.............i cant write bad thngs abt me(hw cn one write it!!!!!!).well dis is a gen thng.no probs at all...............but dere is one serious prob i cant even write good thngs abt me becoz dey dnt exist.......nw wat 2 do?????
