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Aug 2014
I woke up at 3 in the morning,
With this unquenchable thirst,
For the love I never had,
For the love I have yet to have? Maybe,

Silently, pondering,
Will I ever be in love?
How does it feel to be out of love?
When it does not even come across my way,

This desire,
I suppress,
And the deeper I bury it,
The more I long for it,

The love that never exists.
Nur Aishah Azman
Written by
Nur Aishah Azman  Malaysia
(Malaysia)   
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