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Apr 2016
Where there was love,
Now there's a vacuum, it seems
And though I don't want to believe that,
I am holding on to something that isn't here,
And maybe,
Never was
Wake me up, or shoot me.
Urmila
Written by
Urmila  India
(India)   
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