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To my future man,
We might be in real love.
Make some future plan,
But, I'll always put my self respect above.
We might be the one.
What if,next movement we are strangers?
Over, everything over what we had done.
What if we can't control our ego and angers?
I have seen many heart breaks.
Tag of true love, all fake.
I have seen many breakups,
Couples together for a life of delux.
Unrealistic movements will make us shattered.
A love life never mattered.
I hope such days aren't meant to come ever.
It would be too early to say forever.
~ Nishita makwana
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