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Mar 2017
Hello.
Every morning I wake up to her dream,
Victory to pain in my tears that flow not,
Exhausted in my bed I wake up daily,
Remembering her even as I am sleeping,
Yet, I know that she dare not be back,
Did I ever ask for this emptiness,
Away, I feel my life drifting,
Yes in loneliness I do feel like dying.
I used to wake up to her dreams on a daily basis.

I needed to be saved EVERYDAY but not now.

My HP Poem #1462
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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