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Nov 2018
I know what I am,
yet sometimes I find it difficult to understand.
I was walking the path of deceit
....hoping I would find someone who would hold my hand.

I never knew the feeling to be looked at like a person that really matters,
At the verge of my defiance,
I found someone whom I can count on and climb the highest ladder.

You gave me strength,
You gave me hope,
You made me feel special,
I felt like we were bound to be together,
Although to the world I was the Devil!

Loving is hard as people always say,
Yes it was but not as hard to see you walk away.

And then again,
I was all alone but with a different pain
The pain I couldn't bear,
In the path of deceit again,
With the pain you left me with as your share.

Maybe it was me, the reason for us to end,
But wherever you are I hope for the best,
Because now I know who I really am and I never should have let you hold my hand.
this is the first poem I wrote....
Somewhatdamaged
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Somewhatdamaged  26/M/Kathmandu,Nepal
(26/M/Kathmandu,Nepal)   
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