Life became a mess
Just when she left.
Neither she is my love
Nor I am hers.
Yet her disappearance
Costed a lot in me
Realising how valuable was she to me
And how weak I have become.
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 5:32 AM UTC
Life became a mess
Just when she left.
Neither she is my love
Nor I am hers.
Yet her disappearance
Costed a lot in me
Realising how valuable was she to me
And how weak I have become.
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