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He topped his class in high-school;

He did not have fun memories of childhood.

He worked like an ant;

He aged faster than his folks.

He was a millionaire;

His daughter-in-law looted him and he is broke.

He was a well-known political figure;

He fears for his life now.

He was a popular celebrity;

Media took his liberty.

He was an enthusiastic poet;

He is mad.

He was a famous footballer;

Too many tackles broke his legs.

She was the sexiest actress of her time;

She looks scary now with her boobs touching her knees.

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” The New ‘Me’ “

Posted: April 7, 2014 in Uncategorized

Originally posted on "VOICE OF THE VOICELESS":

Lost is the old me.

Gone is the blood that enraged me.

Dimmed is the light that brightened me.

Distanced is the road that lead me.

Tired is the voice that expressed me.

Failed is the plan that guided me.

Broken is the trust bestowed upon me.

Faded is the colours which  painted me.

Weakened is the body that ran me.

Increased is the fear inside me.

Smaller is the picture inside me.

Bigger is the doubt inside me.

But still, defeat is certainly not me.

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Originally posted on "VOICE OF THE VOICELESS":

Now do not feel so excited over the title, the story has just started and its definitely not what you are thinking, or maybe , I don’t know.
If God decides to make me a piece of cloth after my death and asks me to choose which form I would like to be re-incarnated as, I would definitely not choose a bed-sheet because in my life I have seen a lot of misfortunes occurred to a bed-sheet.
This blog is about one of my bedsheets which is too unfortunate enough to be dedicated a blog.
It was one of those important things which i could have bought it easily from here, yet I never and my caring mom have to send me from my home which is a few thousand miles away from where i wrote this (sadly, I guess). It was a mixture of bright colors (probably bright for…

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He topped his class in high-school;

He did not have fun memories of childhood.

He worked like an ant;

He aged faster than his folks.

He was a millionaire;

His daughter-in-law looted him and he is broke.

He was a well-known political figure;

He fears for his life now.

He was a popular celebrity;

Media took his liberty.

He was an enthusiastic poet;

He is mad.

He was a famous footballer;

Too many tackles broke his legs.

She was the sexiest actress of her time;

She looks scary now with her boobs touching her knees.


Lost is the old me.

Gone is the blood that enraged me.

Dimmed is the light that brightened me.

Distanced is the road that lead me.

Tired is the voice that expressed me.

Failed is the plan that guided me.

Broken is the trust bestowed upon me.

Faded is the colours which  painted me.

Weakened is the body that ran me.

Increased is the fear inside me.

Smaller is the picture inside me.

Bigger is the doubt inside me.

 

But still, defeat is certainly not me.