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Nov 2013
True love is but a lie.
No true love will you ever find.
True to nature, true to self.
I have never loved enough.
I have never cared more.
So I'm letting it all go.
Giving up and moving on.
Giving in to every plan.
Throwing away all my desire.
Moving away from my fire.
Tic toc, the clock's run out.
Hold in my anger, hold in my shout.
As I watch you fall away.
I stand wondering, was it ever there?
It was long gone before it arrived.
This true love as withered out.
Masoom Rahman
Written by
Masoom Rahman  America
(America)   
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