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When I shut my eyes and hug the darkness, can't the world vanish for a moment?
When I think of the past and try to live the memories, I smile nimbly, can't I live it again?
When life increases its pace and I begin to declive the race, can't I get off and go home again?
When I look outside and see freedom, feel nothing, can't I live it for once?
When pain masks everything else and aggravates the languish, can't I come to you and feel alive again?

"masked"

You know, the truth is, at some point of time, everyone tends to act pretentious. It's kind of natural. But for those of them, who are always fake, don't loathe them, don't hate them. Instead, appreciate them because acting fake isn't all that easy after all and additionally, it's good too because, sometimes, it's best if the real faces are never seen for they might be even worse than the masked selves. 

world of words

Living in a world of words, I see, it's a huge, big world. A world of words, misused and overused words, beautiful and meaningful words.
Love...it was a sacred word, right. When did it lose its meaning? Where did its importance go? How did it reach the position of one of the most abused words?
Trust. It was once kept safe in one of those untouchable corners of a heart. When did its place change to a superficial room? Why did deceit kick it out of the heart where it'd been residing for years?
Feelings... Does this word even exist anywhere outside my world? Yes. It sure does, just the meaning reversed. Maybe it's now synonymous to mockery.
It's a big world. It's a huge world. But, alas! It's a hollow world, it's a shallow world...