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Feb 2016
Whenever you are about to fall
I gave you my hand,
Everything inside me shattered
Why not you take my stand,
I thought you just dont show care
But you backstab me, My Friend!
My body is lying cold and motionless
But my finger still wear your band,
WHY? Oh.......WHY?
you gave me and my trust on you
Such a tragic the end...
Aarzoo siwach
Written by
Aarzoo siwach  21/F/Delhi
(21/F/Delhi)   
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   Eiliv Advena
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