Love is game,
Maybe I will play. In another life.
I lost so many times.
But still got addicted to it.
.
The defeat had a resence.
Breaking, tearing, gnawing my heart.
Meet me another life.
Maybe I will win it over.
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Eunoia
कविताA soul of a writer, a poet, an artist never dies they are immortal cause they carry a magic of ink splattered on paper. ♡♡♡ Somewhere deep there lies the raging ocean of emotions beneath us, So maybe tracing do...
