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Days pass by somehow, But nights are a wagon of pain. Injuries may heal with time. But marks will always remain. Restless on my comfortable bed, I toss turn and try to sleep. But thoughts are bulking my head, And has formed a huge heap. The past is flashing, Its scorching light beams. Tearing me apart, Breaking me at its seams. The darkness of the night, Is more visible in the dark. And now I am trying to give it a voice, Trying to speak my heart. - I Too Had a Love Story
Posted on: Mon, 08 Jul 2013 14:28:52 +0000

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