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Dec 2015
I wouldn't actually forgive you for what you have done
doesn't that sound pleasing?
because for me a thing forgiven is a thing forgotten...
and you wouldn't want me to forget you....
i am gracing you with the gift of memories of all the mishaps you created ...
killing a part of me
awarding you a path of misery to lay yourself to follow
after all we all want something to look down on our ruins
rememberance is the essence of not letting your wretched deeds go oblivious
in a very confined space in my head
there's a door and there you
happily dance with my rage and torment
and i tend to ring the bell of that door every moment
I won't be the one that i once used to be for you
Dark soul
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Dark soul  M/mumbai; India
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