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empty (teenager)

empty (teenager)

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From Thirteen to Eighteen

So drastic it's been (uff.. The Teens)

Be it the changes or our Needs

Yes, we're now a grown up Seed.


Shining to swollen wicked Eyes

Smiley to shattered fake Faces

We've learnt to tie our own Shoelaces...

Life showing it's new Aspects

Destroyin' our innocence in all Respects.


From Monsoon to Fall

Here we stand Tall.

No matter how hard we Try

Or God whom we should Ring

Somewhere we've lost the Old- Spring.


So many F-friends

But no one to listen our Screams

Day or Night

we dream our Dreams...

Everything we see so Casual

Nothing seems Real

But all Virtual

We keep running from our Actual...

Few ups and many Down,

Makes us a valiant Spawn.


Cloud-high waves

But we choose to sail

To find the caves

where dark prevails.

Exploring everythin' we burn our calories,

Starving for pain relieving antidote

Adding new memories

To our great pages of Anecdotes.

Comin this far we march towards ideality,

End up loosing our own identity

Somewhere all we feel is Empty...



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