i met this fellow in my dreams....
its difficult remembering the dreams but its a gist of his dialogues what i write here:
"i have so many friends but why is it that i have to talk to you. why is it that there is only a few who can actually look into my eyes and respect my confessions. i am one of the best sons, the best friend and the best disciple. even then when sorrow grips me it shakes me away. my roots get damaged. i turn into a creeper. i see a tree and want to be like that one. i sway with the wind and get carried away. i do stuff which i never would. i fail to realize the very purpose of my existense. friends joke that i m a waste of human resources. but i misreably feel like one."
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