We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.....
i was searching for some poem....
that may describe i,myself or me....
but none seemed so impressing....
as i only know,,,,the real me....
i am pragmatic, i am strong.....
but emotional is the word that may mk me do the wrong....
i do smile,joke,laugh n hv fun.....
bt deep down inside i do i hv worries,which mks me sumtyms dull.....
i miss my school,my friends,those lovely days....
i miss that innocence,my fundoo group n i wish the tym would hv stayed....
i miss my grad days,my college,my gang of four....
the lovely late nites,the parties n the craving 4 more....
nothing is constant,nothing stays....
every
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