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Filled with sorrows were the eyes, Written with blood were some lies. And I painted a picture with tears and cries, Cries so deep that the bravest soul dies. Now lax and loveless my corpse lies, Farewell, my dear myself From a world that was never wise.
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Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 7:07 AM UTC
Farewell, my dear myself
Filled with sorrows were the eyes, Written with blood were some lies. And I painted a picture with tears and cries, Cries so deep that the bravest soul dies. Now lax and loveless my corpse lies, Farewell, my dear myself From a world that was never wise.
Khushee_soni
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Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 7:07 AM UTC
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