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Waiting for your arrival

Wound is vanishing but bleed of tears are not. 
I flaunt being alone but loneliness is haunting. 
The perfect evenings are no more warmer to heart. 
Your playlist  is played in my mind on repeat mode. 
But I couldn't break your heart's code. 
Oh I'm buried alive. Where do I find myself when I'm my own stranger. 
Peace is shattered  ,
Bring me yourself in myself.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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