Wherever i go,
on any festival,
Places are crowded,
I find myself unnoticed
And the only one who really looks dead.Note: I feel dead within everyday even my festival days start with feeling lonely, then emptiness, whole day being treated badly by people at home and then crying to sleep. (No lectures below pls if u don't know 99% of my life)
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Worlds Of Words
Poetry\\ Worlds of Words: Journal and Rantbook \\ A world of words in pages away from the busy city lights Words of Words, as the name suggest is to recreate worlds --- our imagination, with words and feelings and emotions. After all, it's a safe world o...