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nikita Dec 2013
28SEP2011
The pastel sky looked so refined;
Hoping for rain, thus, it would soothe the pain,
But instead tears became my weather
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nikita Dec 2013
27SEP2011
Hurt deep inside,
Ripples like the flowing ocean tides,
It boils like a geyser; ready to burst.
But this is life, pain...
It's the truth...It hurt
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