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Voids...

Confused smell, pro-skid canteen floors
looking for someone you know
smiling at those you wanna know
fill voids in my mind...
benches abandoned, giving it up for mosquitoes
"survival of the fittest" applies here
cursing the door which locks you up every night
nursing the dreams under the moonlight
"The walks" down the lane
some to hold hands
some to burn the fat
fill voids in my mind...
I peep into the empty classrooms
missing the screams of joy
I look at all the addas,
where love was declared and broken
all creating pungent emotions
I peep into the eyes of my friends
without them peeping into mine
they all look so busy
their new dreams far from mine and glazy
how I miss the joy of being lazy
they say it is now the time to fight the world
the real one it seems...
as I walk alone to the large gates
glancing at everything that belonged to me
realizing that they will no longer be mine
create voids in my mind...

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  1. First person to comment. Thnx for the honour :P

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  2. u r also the first person to waste the opportunity..u r supposed to comment on the writing...

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