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 Nov 2011 The Year
K Balachandran
I thought,
" truth should be told',
                                   I had
                                    no audience.
What is it about that stupid shot?
The one that reminds you why you forgot
That someone who completely tore you apart
And don’t forget, literally broke your heart

I don’t like pictures that can possibly tell
Who I was or how hard I fell
It’s a personal matter that I believe
You never could get past the thought of me

I wanted you so bad, but now I see
That all I needed was inside of me
I can go on, and so can my mind
But that stupid shot, I wish I were blind

— The End —