My mind is flying like a kite;
With a lot of dreams in its hand.
It is a sweet moment that,
I’m alone with my thoughts.
My thoughts make me alone.
It makes me mad.
Everyone went apart from me,
Only because of it.
But I can’t think against my thoughts.
And I can’t live without my thoughts.
I’, loving it a lot.
And I’m living in it.
All my thoughts are my friends.
It giving pleasure to me.
I like to be alone,
Alone with my thoughts.
Athulya
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