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Jan 2020
Little did I know,
Your love was not more than show.
All your lies,
The crocodile tears and cries.
And those false vows.
Which were broken by you, when and now.
What you said and showed,
Didn't match in the snow
Little did I know
That all you could give me was pain and so,
Insulting me when I gave you the respect and tolerate your row.
Written by
Ayush Mukherjee
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