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Only the heartbroken will walk towards my grave.
It was a flood called love that wrecked my heart
The moment i try to sip the pure water of love it turns into worms
Eating out my heart these worms...
Heck atleast they remind me of you
The silence of you has finally maddened me... drunkenly i write on walls
I miss you
Painful to me , pierce right through me
No amalgamation of words in any language can do justice to the hurt you have caused me.
Yet i think of you as the boy who first made me fall in love
Like a romeo juliet string quartet we die screaming each others' name...
Like a damaged broken record i repeat your name and fill my drink because you are not here.

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