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Jun 10
From being a sturdy soul that never felt anything
To becoming a frail filament of glass that breaks on every feeling aroused on hearing the rhythm of her voice or the sound of her name.
She became the very thing I fear.
She keeps haunting me on all the days and
She kills me over by stealing my heart on all my nights.
Oh what I wouldn't give to get rid of her memories from my incessant mind and futile heart.
My Love for you was all that I Had and when I realized I lost you I understood I would never love again, No matter where I go or what I do, I will never go back to the person I was. You ripped me off the very thing that I lacked and left me here to ponder over all the things that we could have been.
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TheWitheredSoul  20/M/India
(20/M/India)   
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