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I hate


The times of release Freedom And happiness Not to worry about any thing Just...........,....just mine Time bounded only as yours I hate the fact That I am the decider Which led my life In a different road forever While you were beside me, Wiping my tears Embedding me In your warmness That smell of yours Which built my beingness Now I lost it I looked back and you were there But I, long way too far Hoping things were different And would change as they were before While you weren't here, I cried a lot I needed someone To wipe my tears And say honey I am here I needed to talk to someone How I feel....... And wanted response Oh that is easy Then we will laugh and chill Whole day Then week And month and year I was thinking out louder Things would be easier to bear Only if you were here At least I wouldn't have you O ly in my memories You would be here in my ups and downs With me Through my laughs and cries
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart. &nbsp;</p>

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