Now you're just somebody I refuse to know.

It's weird, to get so attached to a place where you've learnt to be alone.

I ran away from home and I found it was everywhere.

You know you've watched too many Tom and Jerry cartoons when you have a stupid grin while listening to familiar classical music pieces.

Grant me a replay of my life with things I've missed when I blinked.

There is no emotion more brutal than hate,
There is no emotion more emotionless than lust.

Write till you are empty.

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When the only thing you're sure about is your doubt.

I'm so used to disappointments. I'm one of them.

You leave, and yet you stay.

Is this you, a part of you or a different you?

Hearts off to you.

Try chocolate. Why do you need drugs. Try words. Why do you need alcohol. Try work you like. Why do you need an addiction. Oh wait.

You're the book I'm yet to comprehend.
And yet I read.
I understand and empathize with every page turn.
Yet I do not belong.
I start again.

Will adapt.

Cannot adjust.

Ten years down, you'll only remember when you picked yourself off the floor and walked on. The fun, the debauchery, the sadness, forgotten.

This constant hunger,
to be overwhelmed,
and the never ending journey,
to that end.

Give away too much in the hope of getting back as much.

This love makes you want to possess what is not yours,
and give away everything that is.

The bombers must be frustrated at the earthquake stealing their thunder. Huji, who ji?