...
and you leave me no choice.
(full poem in caption)

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And how do I even tell you ,
Your thoughts still come over.
As if they neva left ,
Neva left their home.

How you still find your way,
In my dreams , out in a random night
And my unescorted pride ,
Blantantly tries to even pen it down.

And how hopelessly
This heart wishes that pretence
To be true , for once.
Not for you , Not for us ,
But just to abide by
That queer fervour.

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In the end.
I wonder if I found myself
Or
Actually lost ?

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No longer misery
I do endure.
Neither lose my way to
Sleepless forlorn nights.

Darling ,
Still
but I ,

I dare walkthroughs
Over our outworn love.
And it soothes
An unsettled void.

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You felt like an incomplete dream,
Yet beautiful ,
so very beautiful.

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No more I blame it to you.
But wouldn't had it been a little better ?

If you'd have told me just once,

The arms you spread
For me to hold on to

Had already former imprisoned remnants
Enough long awaited to be
back again clenched ,
if you caught even just a single glance.

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Well , he was the one
Who exactly knew how to love.

But , neva actually loved.

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But what if we all just lost our ability to love , because of falling for not the right person repeatedly and forming such an abstract and unreal idea of love , too complex , too sophisticated , that such pure and simple bond lost its meaning?

And inbetween , actually losing the person , meant to be?

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And how much one can mourn over
Being left past behind?
Unknowingly , we hurt many hearts too.
But get hurt ourselves by the ones
We would put our whole life on stake for.

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But tell me
How do the soul
gets fixed ?

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