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I dont feel like talking to anyone. I dont actually hate people, but i dont even feel souped up in their latency. These people, they are peculiar creatures. They love, for a week or two but hate for more than a lifetime. Surrounded by all these distinct creatures, i feel distinctly distinct amid them. They make a mountain full of promises, and then renege at the eleventh hour. They long for you when you're not there but the moment you're there they stop doing the things they did to get you. As a substitute they try out for somebody else and then this evolution goes on unceasingly.
Poor me! I feel bereft of life here.
Take me to my place, if you can.
My place, where promises are kept.
My place, where "hate" is no talk.
My place, where love means till the hell freezes.
Take me to my place, if you can.

Author's Note

I've tried to give a brief account of how i feel at times.
Hope you like it :)
Reviews needed ?

Reviews

[Asra Hakak]

this one is relatable sabia
that's what happens and the end is all I want :)

[Shah Sabia]

Sabr thav, bahar yee zaroor :p ;)

[Asra Hakak]

no umeed man .... sv aek jese :'(

[Shah Sabia]

Umeed rakhna zaroori hai. Khuda karta hai sab theek, kabhi na kabhi. Marne ke baad hi sahi, but theek hota hai sab ek din.

[Asra Hakak]

encourage kr rai h ki discourage

[Shah Sabia]

Sachayi se aashna karwa rahi hun -_-