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Aug 2021
Hello there!
It's me, someone, you forgot
I am alone,
and the feeling of not being loved back hovers
On my days and in the melancholic nights,
when I need you the most,
I call you out..

I hope you look back too,
And say my name when
when the world leaves you,
on that garden bench at 2:00 a.m.

Dimming lights, light my desk,
and I sit here, writing about you.
Oh me, Such a fool.
I know the truth,
You never were there...
Written by
Aryaman  16/M/India
(16/M/India)   
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