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Jan 2020
A place in heart was forever reserved,
the one that loved but won't deserve.

He loved the sight of my blood,
he wanted to see the beautiful flood.

He once said he wished I was dead,
he meant it, wasn't only in his head.

This is him that nobody knows,
inside a bad personality forever enclosed.
#deadness
Written by
Indeed  19/F/INDIA
(19/F/INDIA)   
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