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Jul 2020
Weeks of cleaning and thrashing,
Tedious task of desire squashing.
I am chaste again changed too much
The soft all gone, left rough to clutch
Some memories won't go,
The pain will heal slow.
I promise to smile not plea
Even drowning in despair filled sea.
Once lured for company this route I was shown
Don't feel bad, now, I like being alone.
I remember nothing of love anymore,
For I fail to remember was I even loved before?
Written by
Anshika Goswami  21/F/India
(21/F/India)   
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