Dedicated to Bookworm3proud

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It's sad when people pretend

Specially when they are your friends.

They make you feel, you've got what you were looking for ! 

But in real, you are actually alone at a seashore.

You like the sound of the waves

But in real, you are their slave. 

You get lost with them in your dreams

And, start spilling your beans. 

You love them more than yourself

Add them to your broken perfect shelf. 

Just because you didn't play well

They throw you away like a used pastel. 

 It makes you feel weak and cheerless.   

But, remember you are not colourless 

Don't let it fill you with hatred

Because, Life isn't wasted !

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