Your Well-Wisher
As if my whole body’s skin is infected by boil
I can’t get rid of it regardless of toil and moil
It has become so sensitive only your touch
Can give me tremendous pain my life is as such
My love is flowing through my vein
Baby please give me no more pain
I am still and always will be your well-wisher
Although on my pretty face you are like a scar
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