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To a frighteningly various degrees we all are concerned about the same thing that is love.
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It made me weep,it made me cry,
It made me helpless, it made me pry,
It made me so lame,
Love is such a pathetic game.
I could not speak, I could not..
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Before you declare me as average,
Taunting at the inexperience of my age,
And declare my works as a sin,
Before telling me all this,once,just listen.
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A small thought on how we should live our lives and may be
It may make a difference from what it is now.
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A poem about a person who craves for the freedom of mind,body and soul.
A wish to fly high and acquire that eternal happiness that everyone desires
Fo..
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