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Mar 10
There's a pain in my heart
It doesn't go away
Does it hurt because it's broken?
Or is it because you are the reason
Is this what you called love?
Making promises and then leave,
Tearing my heart apart.
My heart is pure, so was my love for you
You were too blind to see
Lucky are those who are being loved
Someday perhaps, it will be my time
To be loved.
Akriti
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