Broken and wounded with a bleeding heart,
And still gasping for breathe,
She forced out a smile and muttered something,
But that wasn’t my name,
An identity
The name sounds strange,
Undeniably, I was the only one there with her.
She asked,
“Will you die for me the day I will be sepulchered?”
No, I came to the world alone and can’t die for...
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