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Dec 2018
THis is the decisive juncture .

Where you comprehend it never ends, just die. This is the space where death decays. Drowning in cocktail of poison and pride.
You wish you were a little wise.
To have seen through the guileful eyes. To have known better of silly vows. Needlessly fell for the tragic demise .
I was a believer, for a while'

Hope bred eternal misery .
This is the tale of treachery. The garden of love seeded with lies. Here reality intertwines. Trespassers shot at sight. No strings, no sighs.
Well, nothing is better some times .

Love on sale. Grandest deal. As lovable as they come.
Assurance fails .
Now is the aggressive trice ;

This is when you eat yourself alive .
If I was a poet
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If I was a poet  24/F/Bangladesh.
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