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Miss Vashishth

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Real Me

Real Me

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Yes, I'm smiling

But dying from inside. 

I know everything seems ok 

But nothing is left to happen. 

Life is hard but living is much harder than death now. 

I know I lost my real mine years ago, 

But no one is able to see my sunshine. 

I'm talking to everyone but in reality I'm not interested in anyone anymore. 

I always suffer in crowds but my soul wants peace. 

I have so much pain in my heart but unfortunately no one is there to listen. I have talents but I can't show them to the world. 

I always choose my real self but society and the world chooses comparison only. 

Do I really deserve it?

Can I get my real me back again? Is it my faith? 



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