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2d
When I asked the moon,
“Why are you always compared with beauty?”
Maybe it's because
I am the ugliest.

When I asked the rose,
“Why are you the first gift in love?”
Maybe it's because
I meant to end it.
Even they lied
Srishti
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Srishti  15/F/India
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