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Our future on a canvas.
Wilting seeds of my soul,
sick of blatant lies,
suffocated by unkept promises,
drowning in sorrows and fears,
under the lead sky of your fake dearth of affection.
I breath with the shreds I am ripped into.
It isn't the utopia I dreamt of,
but a portrait of the deepest of my regrets,
which is now my life.
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~Simran
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Poetry~ He taught me to breathe, only to choke me to death. His love , but a potent poison and, Here, I drown under the deepest shallows of betrayal.~ Here's to my book spilled with words from my heart that will be portraits of my unspoken thoughts, my ma...
