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Why are people nice to you on your birthday, no matter what? Why do people even bother? Why does everyone say, "Have a great year ahead?" Fake sincerity is SO obvious. And yet every year, we all go through the same ritual. It's probably just another excuse to have fun, most of you would say. But why do we feel the need to create excuses? Isn't the fact that we want to have fun, or eat cake, or give gifts enough? I must say, it's a twisted world we live in. The need to emphasize the fact that we've grown a year older amazes me, when we're doing all we can to live for as long as possible. Hypocritical of us, don't you think? If we truly thi

I don't believe in miracles. Miracle. The word is shimmery, like something just out of reach. You come this close, but then it's snatched away because you were bad, and it's replaced with cold, brutal Reality. Most people don't live in Reality. They live in they're own little cocoons, oblivious to whatever is going on around them. But the thing with these people is, they never hatch. They remain the same drab robots as when they were born. Shiny and new. Never learning. The people who live in Reality though...they're different. They don't push too hard, they push harder. Life is never perfect, and expecting it to be does no good. Remember th

Painted faces looking out of painted doors Upon a painted world splashed with colour Nights passed in frolic, A drink; an unknown bed A silent tap at a windowpane A stranger calls, sweet whispering Footsteps run away. Coloured clothes and bright flashing lights Soaked in sweat and sweet emotion Sorrows lost to madness of life Being drunk away Hearts melt like ice-cream in the sun Heads thrown back, laughing in the rain again Families created by such fun A painted face looking out of a painted door Upon a painted world splashed with colour Head hung low in sadness Shredded sheets of an unmade bed Sirens blaring outside a wind