He, him,
Just him, he,
For whose warm smile,
I wake alive, even though I'm dead, deep in,
Everyday.He, him,
Just him, he,
For whose kind heart,
I smile brightly, even though I'm weeping, deep in,
Every night.He, him,
Just him, he,
For whose consoling words,
I care for myself, even though I hate me, deep in,
Every moment.⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉
Written by: Aishu Karthik
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