You wrote down the names of your friends,
Finishing the book with pages of blank.
You painted expectations with your body,
Titling ‘disappointed’ at the end.
Connecting yourself to this world,
losing connection with Your Self.
Throwing the connection with your kind,
Fiercely playing in the wonderland.
Until you find someone connected,
deeply, innocently, cheerfully,
reading your sorrow,
listening to your mind.
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