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man woman.

hmm..kudos to d writer..a girl..gud piece. Man is the residue of women. We are born crying, kicking, drenched in blood, because we have been wrenched from the best place in existence. So much that a man has to spend the rest of is life in pursuit of the recreation of that consciousness. Right from a warm bed, to a cosy home, to a cushy job, to a luxury car, to a... Men need women to fall in love with, what women need is a Mirror. Women are great at communication. Actually the best. She says more in a Sigh, than a man can in a speech. They get the final word in every argument. What a man says after that, starts a whole New argument. Funny thing is a man can argue forever, only a women can make it stop. All she has to do is start crying!! A man needs a women to make money. All the money in the world will have no meaning without women. Think about a world without women..no television, no breakfast, no chocolates, no Madonna, and the Ultimate horror - No PLAYBOY!! A man spends his whole li...
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friendship n love defined.

random things i wrote at 12 midnite..with an exam d followin afternoon.. those who look for friends aren't one to themselves.. friendship is not dependence..it's interdependence..and interdependence presumes the existence of independence..of the mind, of the spirit.. they are as much a necessity as a luxurious bed is..it's for your comfort..well n gud if you have it..you don't stop sleeping if u don't.. those who always ask 'are you not my friend?' and then go on to demand petty favours have never had a true friendship at all.. true friends are those who meet as equals..and treat each other as one.. sacrifices made for people you love, when you don't want to, aren't sacrifices..they're a compromise on yourself..and when you want to..they ain't sacrfices..they're love.. n those who ask for such sacrifices to be made in the name of love aren't much worthy of love neway..
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life is a strange thing we don't ask for, and never want to give up.
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Loneliness

Lonely is just one word chosen to represent so much  To tell of feelings inside that the senses cannot touch Lonely can be in the teardrops on a bereaved person’s cheek Lonely can be in the silence of sorrows too deep to speak  Lonely can haunt a deserted room that Laughter once made proud Lonely surrounds you when you’re alone or finds you in a crowd Lonely is heard in echoed footsteps of a departing friend Lonely penetrates the solitude of nights that will not end Lonely will not listen to the pleadings of a broken heart Lonely stays and torments until new Love shatters it apart
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how void affects perception..

how is the song of a nightingale different from the screeching of a crow, if there's no one to hear. and then, what difference would it make to a skulk, whether a vulture screams, or a lion roars, unless it smells food. the eye is as important as the vision it beholds. to discern the meaning between copper and gold. what would an ape know, about flowers and fruits and snow. only we humans are with rational mind bestowed, to rise above the animal instinct of preservation and production. but why trees stand along with girdles of steel, is still a something of a puzzle. why a child's impulse is virtue and innocence, and a grown up's is greed and wrong. why we abstain from the right, when we know what is wrong. why we emphasise on what is there, when we can create what is not in sight.
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incomplete poem

the tear drops fell from heaven above, and God cried with me. the sun shook away the black hide of clouds, and tried to smile with me. the wind blew around my cheeks, to wipe away those tears. a butterfly danced around me, trying to shove away the fears. the green sea reached out its hands, thousands of waves of the sea. they swept my feet and danced around them to cheer up the dear old me. the heart wept for what it'd lost, the soul laughed for what it found. remorse and guilt played around my heart with sadness inside abound. the mind woke from its shocked slumber, and sent me whirling around. it made me see the brighter side of things, and all which I had found. I turned my back on the callings of reason, and dipped my heart in that whirl of emotions. I wanted to forget the bright and the positive, and dwelve in the sorrow of the past. I wanted to relive those moments of happiness, now consigned to the past. again..the heart felt empty half way through writing this..like it happ...
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a drug addicts song..

today's a new day.. and i gotta do things.. gotta get rid of d dusty old pictures of my school days' flings.. gotta put up dat poster of michael, up on d wall.. got a new day to live, and i wanna live it all.. no more coke n stuff and smoke n shit.. no more puking after drinkin.. no more dying dis slow death.. no more wasting my life.. no more agony and pain, i want none of dis strife.. today's a new day, and i gotta do things.. hv to call my mom and tell her that i'll change things.. hv to see wt college i cn go to, wt work i can find.. hv to work my way out of dis bind.. to see back the things i did and the pain i caused, all the ppl i hurt who js luvd me,dats all.. my apologies, my thanks, now i know better.. js felt like writing this..couldn't complete it though..
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