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Hey you..listen to me

I've known you forever,
for as long as I've known myself You are a part of me and I am yours I've seen you go through more than your share and I wish I was there...
To tell you that it's ok to cry and ask why it's ok to shout and open your heart and let your feelings rip you apart for there will always be a chance for you to put yourself back together tomorrow may be far but close enough for you to hope for a fresh start
I wish I could tell you then that life goes on.. with or without you and that time flies taking away all you once had but you will always have me with you and beside you to hold your hand and walk you through for what is gone,may not come back ever.. but once the wounds heal and your heart has mended itself life comes in a new format so you can again get in touch with yourself
I know we were young and immature and afraid to take some chances then and we did take some,that didn't turn out so great we made mistakes and weren't ready to wait but that's how we learn a…

Set me free

May be It's not the time
May be not the moment May be It's not right But just for the moment
Let's forget what ought to be And just let things be Just for the moment Hold my hand and set me free
I know deep down you feel it too And it's not the thing to say But life didn't promise us roses It wasn't fair anyway 
Put your feet on the ground  And feel the earth beneath Let something change inside you  Because it would anyway
Look into my eyes Like you always wanted to And tell me you're there                                                           And hear me say the same to you Because you know I'm there 
Smile at me like you smile from within A smile that reaches your eyes Hold my hand Like you always wanted to And let's go there 
A place where we are free.. 

Time is not what binds us Time sets us free All you need to do is hold my hand

The art of feeling inferior

To feel is an art and seldom do we get it right.-Damini
Right from the day we are born, it is the world around us that tells us what attributes we have. What's good, what's bad, what needs improvement etc, is decided by other people around us,including our parents. 
All throughout our lives,our thoughts, feelings and beliefs are governed by these individuals, who by some power have the authority to determine who we are. 
Oh! She doesn't talk too much but he talks a lot! He isn't as fair as him but he's not as intelligent as him. You should be more outgoing, while you should be a little less and so on and so forth. 
By the time we grow up and embrace our reality, we realise that we haven't really grown up as fully functional beings. Rather, we are fragmented versions of ourselves;waiting for the world to put the pieces together so that we can make sense of ourselves. 
Constantly basing our judgments about our own sleeves, on the basis of those very people who are not…