The world is here, to which i m bound
Nothing seems real, noone's around.
Whatever i feel, whatever i say,
No answers returned, all's made of clay.
When i needed love, was loaded with a cold heart,
When I needed a friend, still it's too hard.
When I needed happiness, to get from this world,
All were impassive, as if they didn't heard.
Was it too much to ask and my expectations high,
Or was it not the world, I dreamed to live by,
Or is it just a dream, reality is something else,
Or is this the REALITY?????
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