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Apr 2014
Your words,
They sting.
So sharp,
But not sharp enough to pierce through,
Only to stay lodged beneath my skin.
So that every time someone brushes by,
I hurt.

Funny thing,
You care,
Like a mother should.
And yet still,
I can see you,
When you're old,
Regretting,
*You're alone.
paper boats
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paper boats  F/Kolkata
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