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Mar 17
Don't love me
~
I'm powerless
&
frail like a chained ower
Paralyzed & chased
Plucked like an innocent flower
For thy vanity & egoism
For thy agility & False altruism
A sip of lies
Like a sip of whiskey
Both bitter & sour
Float from lips that once bloomed with power.
Written by
Sunamin Tamang  17/M/Nepal
(17/M/Nepal)   
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