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Jan 15
You filled
The lonely void
But, took something
More precious when you
Scampered,

Thought we got
Something special
The lies you fed,

An entertainer
A pass time
My worth
You
Measured,

Million pieces scattered
Around me
No matter,

Continents apart
Still
A thorn
From my past,

Poking me
For naivety
I crass,

Trust a
Foreign land
I fear to venture,

Burnt thousand times
Scars lathered
Still burning from
Alt you poured,

Your laughter β€˜still’
Rang in ears
Calling me unworthy
I swear,

You whiled
Away with pride
Crushing mine,

I carry the ashes
To this day
Remembering the words
β€˜You were to easy to sway’
Diksha Prashar
Written by
Diksha Prashar  F/INDIA
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