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Have you Ever ??

Thought So?

Ever faced the danger,
Of Losing Yourself,
Of becoming someone,
You yourself can't recognize?

Ever felt you had to quit,
Not out of the fear of losing,
But the fear of response,
If you did win ?

Ever felt the need,
To explain yourself,
And tell your truth,
And then thought to yourself,
Who cares anyways ?

Ever left yourself,
Halfway for someone,
Who wasn't even bothered,
If you were coming ?

Ever looked at the sky,
And wondered, 
God are you really there,
Or is it all a myth ?

Ever felt so much pain,
That you thought you might get an attack,
But ended up disappointed, 
Because all it did was give you a headache ?

Ever looked at someone,
And thought they don't deserve that,
And then thought to yourself,
What do I really deserve ?

Ever felt so lonely,
And thought you don't have anyone,
And suddenly got flooded with people,
Then looked for solitude again ?

Ever felt anxious,
About letting yourself into something,
And wondered later on,
What was I really fearing ? 

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  1. Everything.... It happened.... ��...like..
    Tut ke bhikrah hun,
    Apne haathon se khud ko jod leta hun,
    Apne kandhon par hi sar rakh kar,
    Khud ko chup kar leta hun. ��

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