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Is it I am
Who was concern
Among my friends
Filled with these thoughts..
I am moving across
the banks of a river..
No may be they are busy
Stuck at the traffic
Struggling for their life
I miss you guys
Carrying loads of memories
That can make me smile
Even we are apart
Which makes me strong
Enough to go on
# miss my friends
I am cursed
By this feeling..
Leaving me here
World is busy
Rotating with a
Speed of 100,000 km/hr
Not waiting for me for a second
Let's move on is the thought
Which makes me feel better
I have to work it out
Or else I may miss
One of the most Wonderful Guy
In the world So,
I am going to start my day
With a smile
 Jun 2014 Forgotten Dreams
Styles
Bad girl attitude; going commando; skirt and open toes. Haters look – **** them hoes. Bad ***** and I’m on the go; Love him not; I know for sure. Rather be bad by myself; that’s for sure. Don’t need a man; just his credit card; Hitachi wand,  and a pack of Smores. She loves all types of fun, but loves their money more. After all, that’s what men are for. Try and use her for her body; jaws falling on the floor. Naughty little thing; crawling on the floor; touch her fur, and make her kitty cat purr. Spoiled herself with fun; always come back for more. She’s the one; ones scattered on the floor. Bad girls play around; good girls have way more fun.
Short
If you have a moment,
Sir or Madam,
would you please hear my lament,
of the sad and woeful tale
Of Fail.

Hidden behind masks,
Enscribed with who he wished to be,
Yet,
Ever so deceptive,
Of his true identity.

Today, I am Ceasar,
Tomorrow, Shakespeare.
Yet,
These masks,
Are but a tool...

Tomorrow's play,
They will soon say,
Shall be my most glorious act,
Known to man!

With no regret,
Do not fret,
I shall don the greatest of all masks...
Myself!          

Now, you may ask,
Who is Myself?
We put our true identity on the shelves,
To show no mortal, not even ourselves!

Yet,
perhaps...
Bear with me...
If I were myself...
I would be content with myself!

No, no, no...Forgive Me!
Who am I to say this the way to be!
The only way to be merry...is to be someone who I am not!
To please others is the way to attain happiness, is it not?

Fail discarded his "Myself" mask that day,
Yet, forevermore, everyday,
He questioned who he was,
As he never truly felt to be himself.

Now, since you have stuck by me until the end of this tale,
And, with the unfortunate Fail,
I inquire of you, and, please, discard all of your masks, if you can:
Who are you, really?
I watch you draw.
I've always loved that.  
The way you brush away your
Hair with the pencil between your
Fingers.

You're a little girl again,
Unaware of your surroundings.
At peace and safe and loved.
I want to keep
You
Forever.
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