Once loved, now discarded 
The wilted petals, 
The wilted souls
Cried the night
When the world slept..

Just the day before,
She was the queen 
Then the sun got down 
And the words vanished.

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Looking at the sunset
I wondered;
If the ugly world, can still be beautiful,
How could we think, we are not enough ?

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The second to be loved
The second to be cared
The second to be felt
The second to be talked to
The second to be wanted
The second to be needed
The second to get known
The second to be give
The second to be smiled at
The second to be cured

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The red,the pink,the orange
And all those hues,
Mingled together at the end..

But I was the blue
They couldn't find ,
While I lay awake day and night..

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Knock knock
Knock knock knock.....
Knock knock knock knock knock!!!!!

(Door opens)
"Hey listen...."
"Oh! You are here. Please do this for me :)"
"But.."
"Thank you so much"

( The door closes)

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Little by little
She is again dreaming.
The hope that was lost
Making it's presence known.
She still fights,;
With her and them
But has learnt to smile,
At the end .

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The hall was filled with people.
"Friends" were sitting beside,
Yet I wasn't seen
With me as the green screen.
Songs,music,dance;
With all the enjoyment,
For a moment
I was lost;
In the smiles
Then the demons shouted
"You are still alone
Amidst the chaos"

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Flowers
How u're still beautiful
Even after being trampled upon;
Tell me the secrets.
To be me;
To be still me..

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I try to be factual
U laugh it off;
I try to tell my heart
U find me complaining;
I was made fun of
It's ok,as u are joking;
I become silent
And i become rude;
I need to understand,
But won't be understood;
You know, I really love colours,
But the different needs,
The different wants,
Aren't beautiful.
They are wolves after me..
I am tired of running,
I don't want to fight now..

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I try to be factual
U laugh it off;
I try to tell my heart
U find me complaining;
I was made fun of
It's ok,as u are joking;
I become silent
And i become rude;
I need to understand,
But won't be understood;
You know, I really love colours,
But the different needs,
The different wants,
Aren't beautiful.
They are wolves after me..
I am tired of running,
I don't want to fight now..

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