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Thinking and being in fairytales was what she practiced the most
A decade ago she knew people admiring people's company
Waiting for the moon to just hide behind the sun
For only they would be out again in the schools and colleges where they would again rejoice and play against each other's soul.

She wasn't a part of the Merry thing but
She loved people that way
Where keeping people meant the only thing for existence
Admist all the complains, tantrums and and jealousy arriving out of fear of losing their closest parts
She had seen groups belonging to a person and a person belonging to a group
It all felt food of living to inhale in a place where people were drifting apart with the new smart thing in hands

The word 'New' often excits a person to heaven
No matter what
A new cycle
A new bag for school
A new watch
A new person off course isn't exciting, it has more of sobs then  bliss
But a new phone with alot of friends surly was ruling people's mind

Have seen alot lost with lots of friends whose faces are hard to find in the crowd
Where people out there don't even attempt sometimes to see
Playing with words and flitered photographs is practiced more
It has left people so numb to the actual talks in person
Knowing someone with words is not as easy as it is,
When you see them smiling, laughing and glaring at you 
When angry out of anger and when angry out of love
Knowing someone's tears is more important than the bucket flowing tears on the chat app

When she was kid, it felt good to know people
When she grew it was becoming fearsome
And when part of the crowd it doesn't seem that necessary as she is not a person to be found rather is a people to be lost in crowded notifications

Adoring the flowing water seems most beautiful thing
When it walks down the lane with every particle,
And sometimes living a few with their destiny
But with people destiny don't come that way
It's all there with a smile and patience of the tear

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  1. have seen a lot lost with lots... u play very well wid words.i liked the style.yes v all r lost wid the new obsession new possession called mobile which has left us immobile(immovable &stuck to a place for longer period of tym)

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