I often wake up at night Not from the nightmares But from the realities That lash out all at once It's so difficult to live With all sorts of privileges Born with a silver spoon And fed with the same Just name it and I'd say Nothing but only yes Having it all is not all Completeness isn't there Leaving things in between I get bored so fast Wandering mind I've got Cannot stick to one Chaos of such life People don't understand Born with facilities Is the only thing they see But try putting yourself Where I'm standing The world isn't the way It must seem to you Expectations onto us Family is there to But to prove yourself All by yourself Is what is much needed I usually stay strong Don't lose out such And now I feel bad To let it out on you
Hi. I'm a fictional reality writer, sometimes. Also sometimes a Potterhead, FRIENDS maniac and Pokemon crazy. But I'm an Explorer, always. Fun and light-hearted writing is my motto, and sarcasm is my go to for most of it. Caffeine dependent, completely (its needed you know, for most parts). Well, that's enough for y'all to know how insanely sober I'm. Happy reading fellas!
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