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Jun 2018
After many fights on the love battlefield,
After being wounded and broken my strongest shield,
After being down on the knee,
After being kept prisoner and then set free,
After such a long trip,
There no further room for the smallest rip,
My heart longs for a RIP,
What’s left but to die,
Without asking any why,
It’s anyways anything’s fate,
To become nothingness soon or late
Written by
TheEternalRomantic
167
     Melancholy of Innocence and ---
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