The last air I breathed was lost.
Dead inside, but I was still ....alive

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His life was an open book..
She chose to tare the pages..

The pages that could be his & her's

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He was lively...
& lonely.

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It only takes everything to be a MAN

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Q : Why did u stop writing?
Me : I lost my muse.. Nah I lost myself..

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Memories of the past -
Your Memories are now just like the dust settled on my old bookshelf.


You resemble the farthest book, a decade old.
It has turned pale and weary, still it reminds me of you

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Now my pain-tings are becoming my art..

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Then she turned into a Silent witness..

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No matter how hard you try to hide the truth,
the eyes will find it.

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I lack the freedom,

"Freedom of
not having to worry about feelings"

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