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Nov 6
I miss the way the room lit up
When your eyes glanced mine
And you'd blush a little
And smile a bit

I still remember how you
Told me your hands were small
As an excuse to hold mine
And I could tell it felt right

If I trace back time
And do it all again
I'd make more memories
That could save me tonight

My note is a little too late
Because my heart died yesterday
When I couldn't feel the arms
From which bled my wrists, wrestling with death

Wide open eyes
As my tears drained my life
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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