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Nov 15
Whatever I had left of myself, I lost it to her,  
Now I am utterly lost!
But there is consolation in this emptiness,  
A quiet peace that wraps around me like a fading whisper,  
For though I've given all I am,  
What remains is rarity,
A version of me I didn't know existed.
Written by
Adil Aatifi
45
   Vishal Pant
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