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Jun 2016
knock on the door.
I knew it was the bird
To tell me another tale
Of her lost love
Because I am the only ear
She has got.

She need to be at peace for godsake
Leave me alone for a day
With out her lonely talks
She should no longer be here.

Tired of hearing those tales
I took the gun
Opened the door
And shot 3 bullets
right into her.
One day everything is meant to end
Vasundhra
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Vasundhra  India
(India)   
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     ---, aviisevil, Dark soul and SPT
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