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Jan 6
This bruised emotion called Love,
Gives my reality a chance to lose out to an unexpected challenger called hope.
But the scars on my shattered self now seem to heal on their own
It'sust that the scabs from my wounds now look like roses with no thorns.
Falling in love is amazing until you feel like falling in reverse.
Sidharth Suraj
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Sidharth Suraj  19/M/India
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