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1d
Together for a year, I thought I’d make my move,
But our first fight shook the groove.
You said, "It’s fine if we don’t talk anymore,
I’m fine without you," repeating it more.

This aggression, it stings, it stays,
Are you fine—or just fading away?
Rachit Khurana
Written by
Rachit Khurana  23/M/Chandigarh
(23/M/Chandigarh)   
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   Thomas Pritchard
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