Is it normal to feel less of me ?

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Sometime you are surrounded by so many thoughts that you can't even hear your own voice.
Sometime, Sametime, Everytime.

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Everytime when you choose yourself, you will lose a friend.

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There's a missing melody in my heart
The melody of love and fun
My heart is not sad nor happy
Just waiting to find that melody.

Speaking of heart, here goes life
I doubt if it is life or game of time
What am I? The puppet or the director
Or just a foolish follower.

I have been a pretentious doll
Standing tall and strong
How do I tell you everything
What I felt, where I belong

I don't know who to complain
Or where to let go the pain
There's a missing melody in my heart
Not a toxic thought in my brain.

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The perfect line of society has banned Interrogative sentences.

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A boy inside a man

A boy was born in late 90's
He had beautiful midnight black eyes
He grew up with his love for science and boxing
Creation and power are the meaning of his name
But later life took all his innocence and patience
And the peace was invaded by aggression.

Slowly the shadow of man outshines the boy
To be a man of power and a responsible toy
Don't hate my words because I said the truth
But don't misunderstand him he's a good guy
His presence feels like a dark night with fireflies
He is the kind of a guy you know who will surely
Rise and shine.

Though he is a good man I still wonder about that little boy
I know he is still hiding behind that smile
If not so, sometimes I see him peeking from his eyes.
Do you hear me little boy ?
It is okay to let your emotions out
You have comprised enough for good deeds to count
Everyone wants to see you it's been a while
And we'll celebrate your birthday
To count your happiness percentile.
Happy birthday 🙂

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My disrupt soul
Banging the doors within
Screaming and shouting
Trying to depart every single night
How do I fill the hollow
This is how my soul is
Cursing and crying
Falling and fading
Drowning and dying.

I guess I am not her home anymore.

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Some fears are hidden deep inside our core
These insecurities tears us into fractions
Is that us or the demons behind our soul
What do we call ourselves?
Ignorant or members of faction.

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What are the odds that
you really understand
my each words?

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Last summer you were here,
you sat beside us and said
how sweet the mango is.
Now the mangoes has started
the production of ethylene
and I don't know from
whom should I hide
the sugar sweet fruit.
I hope you are having the
delicious mangoes of heaven
without worrying about your
sugar and creatinine level.
The summer feels incomplete
without you and I promise to
work hard to fulfill all your
wishes and make your
dreams come true.

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