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Jul 2018
i despise you more by the day infiltrating my
every thought, have you no shame?
even as i drift into sleep, i hear
the baritone of your voice, a
passing in the night breeze,
confessing your love,
i know it’s not real
a simple illusion
brought upon
by delusion

yetΒ Β 

i always reply
because I love you
and I wish you loved me too.
another 2o16 revamp
Written by
nish  20/F
   mansha, aa and ---
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