I'm too young to be called weak

I'm too young to be called weak

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She is too young to be called weak. No neither she needs your sympathy, nor your support. She is happy all alone and living a true life in which she realised people were in her life only to leave. Now she has become fearless and why should she fear of losing people when no one is her own. But she has questioned nothing, asked nothing all that she gave was from heart which is an art... Welcome to this mystery world where during childhood an orphan cries to have parents and during adulthood it cries to be an orphan.. Its as simple as the kids who are earning alot live independently and those who don't earn enough stay with parents there is no case of caring in both cases. Her tears have dried up and her sleep has disappeared in one corner to fulfill everyone's dreams. She is happy and lost in those old moments. Her heart always said her, "Be Good to people and people will be good to u." but the reality said, "Be good to urself and the world will have no option but to be good to u." So welcome to this beautiful world where friends are more important than parents, where looking wrong in front of parents is more correct then looking wrong in front of friends.. Was it love? Where calling 'mom dad' just became a formality and there also the motive was that they are your parents so they are best.. Was it love?.. Where putting stories, status, celebrating father's day, mother's day just became a fashion in which no one wished them but showcased the world properly.. Was it love..? Because if it is love then i fear, i fear we have never loved our parents! And have been just selfish over the years..
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