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Nov 6
Its the lack of a sound
Of my throbbing heart
Enough of this pretending
Stealing doesn't come close to the damage you've done

This is the closest I've come
To being free from the shackles
Of your control
So let me go, I'll carry my words elsewhere

Let me drown into a sea of endless dreams
Where you can hear the whispers of circling waves
And the reddest sunlight bedazzles your mind
In the lilac clouds of the northern sky
Aditya Roy
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Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
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