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Apr 8
i reached for you,
held you in my arms
you breathed in my scent
and it brought you calm

your eyes met mine
they gleamed with pride
you soaked me in
your soul tied to mine

i was a fool
the blame is mine
you were right in front of me
all this time

you had my back
i took the fall
not thinking twice
if we'll make it out alive
Emaan Masood
Written by
Emaan Masood  21/F/Pakistan
     ---, Ann and Fawn
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