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When I was a kid, part of me wished
there was someone who respected me,
despite my age,
someone who didn't make fun of me,
because of my weird hairstyles, or
my rabbit tooth, maybe listen to me talk,
slip through my thoughts of changing the world,
maybe genie sounded funny when,
I desired about it.
Years passed,
my wishes didn't change,
but my concerns did.
Now, as I sip in tea,
I might not think about being friends,
with some unearthly creature.
But, I do think about the respect I never got,
misunderstandings I never intended,
proximity I could never create,
with someone as earthly as they could ever be.

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Happy Birthday, Adiya.

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She.
And her strings.— % &

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Scent of home, after the trip.

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||Pastiche||

The eruption was egregious, ah,
When the ground creaked and,
then the sky has got polluted with hatred.
gases leaked out and I was suffocated
but you were still with me like the
silk cloth in the harsh winter night.
for, I don't find it's aid anymore.
but, after a while, it was still,
Now I think I'm a pastiche

Verdant valleys with green leaves,
now have turned into litter
catching fire all around,
left no place unburnt
but for now, it's still
Now, I think I'm a pastiche.

I pulled the weed, leaving
few roots intact,
let the eruption burnt all my allusions
of, my dreamy landscapes.
I wonder If I were a heliophile,
moving, to and fro like the rhythmic 
in the lulled volcano
but you were a hurricane,
with bad storm yet with anvil clouds.
but in the end, it is now all still
And, I think I'm a proud Pastiche.

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Parents should be able to access children's social media, their logins into various sites and contacts with strangers online.

It's really necessary because teens as they grow up become very guilty of things they have committed out of curiosity.

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never liked the concept of goodbyes, i'm more of a 'slowly fading away' kind of person, because i would then know what exactly is the process if I ever lost something, than to think what could have happened if i didn't let go, i guess, sometimes there's greed enough to fill my appetite while watching through a blurry window, compared to the tranquility that might satisfy my skin by absoluteness of the sun rays.

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the feminine urge to change the movie/ novel with chivalrous scenes, idolising pretty face, body and innocence of a woman, kills me.

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