You know it's real when it feels like a thousand waves are crashing onto your feeble heart and all you can do is smile.

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IN OUR CHILDHOOD
Our parents perform their roles very honestly, especially when we fall sick, they protect us, don't sleep whole night, check the temperature, give us massage to relax our muscles pain, see whether we should not get disturbed by anything, provide us cosy environment. They do beyond their limits in order to keep us healthy and to fulfill our desires.

IN THEIR SECOND CHILDHOOD
We perform our roles so feeble. Just provide them medicines, not even think of giving them massage to relax their weak and old bones and muscles, to spend some times to make them feel that we are still their kids.

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Even the Universe couldn't defy her vibe,
knowing the malaise she couldn't describe,
Too feeble to cease her zeal to inquest,
how she wishes to end her longing detest. 🍁

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I am not skinny. I have just decided to
cut down my cost of clothing.

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The humdrum lullaby
makes me wince
Stuffing into me hunches of
Despondency.

Alas! I cannot go off to sleep.
This rumpus tumult terrifies me,
Leaves me bereft of any cue,
As I fiddle among the hullabaloo.

Obscurely, I tussle
Struggling to escape this fussy bustle.
Feeble, I find myself frail.
Nonetheless, I refuse to
succumb to this wail.

Triumphant,
I'll bridle the crinkle,
Quash this clattering heap.
Gloriously,
I'll earn myself a sound sleep.

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One feels most feeble when,
all the forces in the universe are
conspiring to keep you away
from the only person
you want to be with.

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She started loving him so profoundly that she mislaid herself in his world...
Became vincible, assailable but never condemn him until she turns into a corpse!!
Of course!! Loving someone makes us feeble!!

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The feeble words~

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Somedays she is
PRETTY & MATURE
like a LADY.
Somedays she is
A big MESS
like a KID.
Somedays she is
FEEBLE
Because of her deeds.

And MOST of the DAYS She is
CLUMSY , VOLATILE , FICKLE.

WILL YOU NOW ACCEPT HER?

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Scribble (28/12)

My evenings feeble
Always reach out to sky
To grasp the winter light.

Never really enough
Just beyond
The "mere" words.

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