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From there I see you, even ask some questions And appoint their answers, I have judged I have spared all my faces to get noticed Still I have an identity crisis Actually I did what I could; while I thought- Oh, but no matter what I think I come back alone Let me bring myself to face this I would like to hold, before I lose you.
From there I see you, I say nothing Well, I just try to be me &

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Too Many HumansAt an age of 25 I think, it's ok if I haven't met such a girl(what can I do?) but then I think I don't even have friends.I met a few human beings in my journey though. Almost all of them guys(male), infact my mother is the only female amongst these(may be one more,but not more than two,I am sure).I usually say I 'think' when I actually need to say I 'feel', just because everything has a reason.But one thing that has kept me bothering about my own state, I mean 'they' who are sitting there under the trees; hand-in-hand (somewhere even superman would be kissing his girlfriend), doing what spring does to cherry trees - have they really proved - Too Many Humans
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43876.546After all that time which it took I am back in my room- Twitching eyes as I pick
Each memory on the tip of a needle, Feeling sick, just about to cry I can't do a thing even but make it simple Ah, Ronie is a loser Ronie is a loser.
I was inside, like a dirty little secret When I switched-off myself- I'd to fly a kite and ride my bike, again I'd to go to school and paint faces I can't forget, how I loved to see Those brides as a kid of eight And gave her a red rose
When she asked me for daisies.
I can't break the silence into 'two' &n 43876.546
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UdaasI know a little bird Who is 'so left alone and bored beyond belief: Even though the freedom is unavoidable, But he can not fly- He has forgotten- 'How it is done?' Udaas
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Arsenic From there I see you, even ask some questions And appoint their answers, I have judged I have spared all my faces to get noticed Still I have an identity crisis Actually I did what I could; while I thought- Oh, but no matter what I think I come back alone Let me bring myself to face this I would like to hold, before I lose you.
From there I see you, I say nothing Well, I just try to be me & Arsenic
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Journal Entry: Sun Nov 22, 2009, 2:29 PM

^{I hate stepping on stairs to go up and down.Other guys of my age fight for their egos and their rights.I never knew I was schizoid until I began to write about my fear[s].I wrote incomplete sentences, perfectly meaningless ambiguities.But once I put them together and called it a song, I knew ,'it was a curse'.It was 'Black' on the paper.I could see it without even reading that there was something mournful and dead that even the paper on which it was written was telling me about.I have felt the same murder, the negative aura when i held such writings of others in my hands.
(A song with music and vocals is an ultimate creation of any human being and visual expression adds another dimension to it).
I WANT TO MAKE THESE THINGS CLEAR THAT I AM AN ATHIEST AND BELIEVE THAT IT'S IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO LET OTHERS KNOW ABOUT MY FEELINGS JUST BY LYING ON THE BED AND THINKING ABOUT PEOPLE.
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heavens with botless cries.
-William Shakespeare.
NOW THE TWO INSTANCES AND THEIR PROOFS:

1.I wrote a song on 12-08-2005, I suicide in the song. And the very next day I actually committed it.

2.I used to always carry my bag with me, which had stuffs like empty beer bottles(because I used to drink during the University lectures itself,obviously without letting the lecturer knowing about it),other drugs,used syringes,broken guitar strings,cool-aid eye dropper, fiction and non-fiction books(I used to read a lot but later i found out I have my own thoughts to be put on paper first and these borrowed thoughts won't let me do so) e.t.c. But I never used to carry my songs or poems I'd written just because I could lose them somewhere as I was always high(later I lost many of my songs and written stuff that way also).
I used to drink all day and occassional rain on a few days was like a natural gift to me.I used to walk on empty roads,high.
Now, I'd one song of mine in my bag, my bag had been wet on other occassions as well but never let any fungus or bacteria to breed.But the very next day I found out that this black fungus like thing or some bacteria was all over my bag,on the pages,inside bottles and all; when i woke up next day.

3.There have been other instances as well but first let me connect these to science.

FOR THE FIRST INSTANCE:

1.May be my mind knew what was going to happen,I'm psychic.
Actually read 'Chaos' by James Gleick, you might not find the cause of my instance to be actually written there but if you can read it carefully you will find the order in which things happen. I didn't refrence any psychologist's book because he don't know my own mind as much as I do.
My mind try to solve my own mind
And I don't know what's the big deal.
-Navodit Kumar

SECOND INSTANCE:

2.This book 'The Secret life of water' tells us about the two minute life span of water crystal and how water in liquid form reacts to certain words or reflects its behaviour when certain words are showed to water in a glass beaker. Author of the book- Masaru Emoto.

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Favourite style of art: [Visual and Musical (Expressionism)] but as i needed to write this, so Written as well
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