Its amazing to write down whatever you feel. Your emotions, your feelings, your perception and let the words decide your inner thoughts. Describing your deepness with words is not easy because your vision, your thoughts are not always clear and sometimes reality sucks. And you write, write your emotions out. You kick out your feelings. Your pen become your power. You are just hopeless who need wings, searching for words all the time joining emotions with words, words with emotions to create a thought. You have the power to combine the words, to create the future by playing with history because you are living a mysterious life.
Disaster he called me Rebel I was His actions were smooth But harsh on me The reaction I gave Is what he fell for Disaster created the story On which he smiled I tried not to harm him, But disastrous i was.
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