What stayed with you?
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Another Lost man in the lost world loosing himself ...there might be some way out; letz not be rigid when u never know "what is due for you in future" as "what is happening today you might have not even thot of it". cheers man Angels are always there (try Angel by Samurai)
As a newbie to this site, i have made many conclusions about this site. Primarily, ppl who publish their articles know what they are talking about. Sadly, unlike many ppl "around" me. An exit in a literal sense might always exist in this physical world. But what of the frustration when one gets lost in a world of his own creation? He makes his own rules, his own principles and breaks them too. So Ankur, how many times have you felt like screaming in pain when "normal" folks around you are laughing their lives away? How many times have you felt blood rush out of every pore in the skin when you realise that you are just another face in the crowd of millions?How many times have you seen the ground from 10 storeys high and fantasised of the freedom that comes when you jump from that height? These my friend, are to me mazes of our own creation. And only after you have suggested would i like to add that the only angel left to care is our own self.
Awesome poetry man. Loved it.
Lovely thoughts buddy. I've been feeling something similar for quite a while. But I would probably disagree with the last line as I still feel that there is a way out.... anyways nice stuff... carry on. Cheers!!!!
that is what he is saying you will never realize that there is no way out.
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