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I know nothing I m so ordinary,
I m so old yet I don’t know wat is my story.
I wipe so many tears As I walk away,
I feel I m know one so I shud stay.
I turn around ,
I stare and drown.


Alone as I go to the temple of daily thoughts..
One precedes the other,
and the other lies against all odds.
I see N wonder how much there is to it,
Of lost thoughts and some missing hits.
Unevenness of glistening emotions,
Unfriendly public and lucid notions.
How much have I taken before?
How much is their still to be given back,
Of those which I adore?


In the love of life,
Some betrayals are yet to be identified.
One season shook me,
The other beholds back.
The preaching’s of yesterday and today,
Glories faiths and miseries lay.
Tonight I will search for a normal tone,
Not a word of sympathy and a pretending soul.
Some things which I know from before,
Some things which I will pile and think,
Think and rethink in the waves of shore.


I compile here with no results,
With shallow blankness and mourning guilts.
Never will I speak of it again.
As I leave from here,
There will be no shelter.. nothing like what is everywhere.
I will be on my own..
that.. ... what is me what everyone has known!