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Nov 2020
Here I am alone again
In my bedroom with the ceiling lights
Flickering in the rain and thunder
Your phone call is the only thing
That keeps me awake
Away from a handful of pills
We had our fair share of pain
I know I'm weak, but the high
Is all I can get
You're the only thing
That's in my way
To a peaceful eternal sleep
That thought keeps me awake
'Cause you're beautiful
And the sun looks wonderful
In your black hair
The smell is everything.
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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