A turmoil in my heart
What's good for me
Isn't what the heart wants
I shy from reality
Live in this world made in my head
Keep the memories in
Secret moments
Coded glances
Butterflies
You and me
Oh, just you and me.

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As joyful and happy as I may seem
Sometimes I just can't keep up
the anxiety inside me starts to surface
and things start to seem off place
my head starts to hurt
I miss my bed and my blanket so bad
I miss hugging my dog
I start wanting to avoid crowd
my only wish is to disappear
my little fight with myself
signing of the treaty with anxiety
whose expiry date, I know nothing of
because what triggers my anxiety
what makes me insane
is always new and hidden.

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A very few things
a very few people
I hold close to my heart
Sometimes its mutual
sometimes I do my part.

Rare, this feeling
source of my strength
author of my fear
a constant struggle, my mind.

I've held her in for so long
this person who looks just like me
looks down on me
tells me I'm not good enough
tells me I'm only going to wither
And I let her win for a while
I hear you, I feel you
But acknowledge, I won't no more.
Will be a short while
But I'll be me again
The me with no her

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Going on with our lives
Waking up to our routine
Sleeping to wake up
Still a routine
So many individuals
Countless thoughts
But to see above all mediocrity
To acknowledge:
Life is but a reward
Of endless flings with death
How beautiful it is to let go of sanity
To forget all norms, to give in
Take me as I am
Take my naked soul
Integrate 'you' with 'me'
And give this world our share of frenzy

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My mind is a blank space
and I'm glad it is
When trouble greets and takes me in
it keeps me cold
I don't see a way out
I struggle and become this negative vibe
But I have come to realise
I only need some time to myself
Self Reflect
My troubles come from me
I think too much, I feel too much
But once this phase is over
my mind is a blank space
It's not the calm before the storm
It's the calm after

I hope that some day, with some practice
I'll learn how to make this phase last
and when I do
I would have achieved the ultimate goal of my life...PEACE

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A lot of what I show
only a little of what I am.

A person is who he/she is
Reason: experiences (gained/missed)
I guess this is me
wild; to hide my tame self
confident; to conceal my timid heart
outgoing; overcompensating for my reserved thoughts
A mask, constantly worn.
I am not my habits,
nor my company
Harmless and innocent,
this is naked me.

I am not all I show
to protect all that I am
and if you are still going to judge
bring in a bucket of popcorn
'Coz I'ma give you a grand damn show

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When I die
Don't cry for me
Tell people stories of
the life I've lived
and how my thoughts were so free

When I die
Don't cry for me
for I will be happy
A new journey awaits
of my own, on my own
A new life awaits

When I die,
Don't cry for me
Spare a few kind words to my family
for that is all they'll need
to hear some and maybe share some
stories of the person I was
tales of my untamed curiosity

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what I acknowledge,
the other half, i hide.
The demons inside me keep showing me
my hidden dreams, over and over
silent thoughts I cannot apprise
for if and when I do, that would bring an end
to what seems right in the worldly manner
but what is unsound to my debated soul
So I retaliate everyday, I grant an amnesty
to the animals at whose hands,
my mental being was tormented

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When your guards are up
you dont let people in
not unless they try hard
harder than the bricks laid within

Your guards are up for reasons:
the million heart breaks from your lover
while you wait for the pain to easen
then comes the little heartbreaks from others

to give yourself completely to someone,
to surrender,
only to allow raw vulnerability to stay
you cannot deny the good moments
but its the final act that remains
the act of them who left
and what was left?

only the pieces of your heart
the very piece that became the bricks
the bricks that laid foundation for your wall

you keep a happy face knowing
your walls keep you safe
and you take care of those walls
I am a builder,
we all are in some sense

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To live in the living world is a blessing many of us take for granted
Some come and go so suddenly
Only a few get another shot at life
Blessed are the few with second chances
For they see the beauty in the tiniest thing that is
The tiniest breath that they get to take

Perhaps young ones live so innocent and so free because they've only begun seeing the world
It must be that as we get older, we begin sheltering arrogance and indifference in us
You see, time goes hand in hand with insensitivity towards our surroundings

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