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Mar 2015
pain a funny feeling that one cannot contain
it comes at the moment you decide you're okay
the moment you begin healing
then all you can do is have the pain of concealing.
loving you has taken away my sight as well as my might
i tried to be who you want , but in the end you're leaving.
but i'm not done i refuse to morn you my love.
as much as you meant to me somethings are just not meant to be.
now i must set you free like a dove in the winter breeze
we shall meet again in our next life and every life follows you belong to me.
Written by
Muhammed Amir Shaik  20/M/south africa
(20/M/south africa)   
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