PERFECT people
Imperfect's makes the perfect's perfect;
Taking imperfections to themselves,
Giving the perfections to the perfect's...
The Pain
The Pain makes me to spot my heart...
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Hustle and bustle every where, Untiring horns tiring ear; Human beings every where, Yet my joyous life is no where; Searching for the happiness, Yet drowned in loneliness; With all these... I need to move; Stop staring but step on, The ever crowded bus. May be I missed the seats, By just staring; Never mind. Walking like a dumb, In the middle of the crowd. People dash you, The slippers step on you, The suitcases hit you. But I should move, Not even missing, A single step; For which , I regret later. The forever faulty signals, Will work enthusiastically, When foot is about to cross; Just to consume minutes. But I should move, I don't want to regret again. And it's already 9; Entered in a bizarre room, Which I hated the most. The many eyes on the board, Not even blink. I never mind anything. And here comes the first word Of the day, out of my mouth, With a little hope for a NO Is "Attendance?"
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