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I don't like to talk much about myself.
Of the lost love
I think of you As sleep avoids my eyes The best among my many lovers Yet the one that hurts the most My chest heaves in motion of continuous fall and rise Each breath coming out as a lamenting sigh Of the opportunities lost But most of all time The memories made and tainted Whose blood i try to wash with my tears But this pain forever unbeknownst to you remains Caused by none other than you and i
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His Ego (30/07/2020)
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Crime (19/07/2020)
Broken Dawn (15/07/2020)
Sin and Me (14/07/2020)
Love for Hate (14/07/2020)
The Story of My Strife: Living With Borderline Personality Disorder (14/07/2020)
Of Hatred and the Worldly Ways (14/07/2020)
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