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When I talk to myself,I come to know abouthow my heart really felt,I just feel complete,There is no necessityof always being sweet;I can even be harsh or fool,I can be childish or act rude,I can be mature or be mad,I can be irresponsible or ill-mannered,I can be myself and whatever ways I want,And all this without that expression of being judged.When I talk to myself,I will be myself,I am able to expresswithout any explanation,It feels like holidays without vacations.It’s so easy to convey,But it’s not as easy all the time,emotions make me weakAnd few bitter truths make me weaker,But still, I am attracting to this seclusion.When I wanted to shout,I put my face insidea bucket full of water,And shout as much loud loud loudWhen I want a hug,I just clasp my pillowaround my chest,And hug as much tight tight tightSometimes I cry cry cryAnd wipe it off me,sometimes I smile smile smileAnd laugh unnecessarily,whatever the way I want;Sometimes I wait,sometimes I hate,Sometimes I irritate,Or sometimes just sit silentlyWithout any say.I don’t knowI just wanna explore myself more,I happy alone,yes, I am happy with my own company,When I talk to myself,I just come to know how my heart really felt,I feel important,I feel loved,I love myself,So what others think,I really don’t care,I just feel complete of me, for me and by me
