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Harsh Sandhu Oct 2014
I did mistakes
Every time, every type
Nonsense things
Made me so hype
At that time
I was so agressive
Even so possessive
Whenever i saw her
With some other boy
Or even to enjoy
My feelings got high
I felt very bad
My face got red
I could'nt do anything
Anger made me mad
I only hurted myself
From outer to inner
I loser, she winner
I hated everything
She made me a sinner
I wept, she slept
I woke, she joke
To love her my mistake
She only mock
She replied
And apllied
So easily
So causaly
It's hard for me
Not her to see
Not her to talk
So alone to walk
In life
And to strife
To achieve heights
Two ways for me
To end or to be
You can read it or you can sing it but u have to feel it like a part of it.

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