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Oct 2017
My wobbling mind asked me a question
Are you sure ,about your love?
my eyebrows rose, wrinkles were seen
meanwhile a drop of sweat lean.
I felt like being cheated.
But, my conscience abused me
slapped straight on my cheek
i muddled in between conversations of my own.
Then I tried to stay strong
as i knew how much she loved me
and i knew how much I did.
Because she was my favorite destination, and hopefully, my destiny.
This is the pure trust that one have
Written by
Subrat  19/M/India
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