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Dec 2017
Love, the age-old myth,
Twenty four years of existence and I already know love is an illusion.
Or maybe I do not deserve it.
Its absence hurts me the way someone mourns for her lover or a mother her son.
What does love even look like because I may have a different version of it in my head.
And not getting it makes me wish I was dead.
The Misconstrued
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The Misconstrued  28/F/Goa
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