all you have thought is to walk back,
step forward in the reverse,
live yourself to my adverse,
made me hate myself, call myself a curse..
unhold my hands, loose my grip,
made me walk like a creep,
I lost all peace, all sleep,
somewhere I lost myself, do you believe..
you tore those letters, broke all gifts,
destroyed your painting that I made,
atleast the last hug you can give,
but, not even a good bye before you leave..
A last promise you can give is what I believe,
promise me before you leave,
you shall be with someone who is true,
promise me you won't let anyone hurt you..
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