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Living is not the same as losing,
There are things you can do for gaining.
Or is it just a folktale too?
Just like my memory of you.
I was happy, and so were you.
It's just our childhood dreams, nothing new.
But how am I oblivious to you?
How did I become someone new?
Rainbows turns to black and white,
And you ran out of my sight.
You left, just left,
And I call it a debt.
Why did you do that?
How could you?
You left me in the bath,
With guys I don't know.
I was crying for help,
I lost hope for myself.
My friend, you left me in vain,
And now my whole life, is stained.
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HER BOOK OF POETRIES
PoetryA compilation of poems that I wrote throughout the days.
