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You'll only see him in my tears,
That I wipe,
And in the vase he throws at me,
My life has never been the same,
After I met him,
I'm sad, aren't I?
My inner child told me so,
I'll believe him,
Though I don't want to.
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-Krishna Parmar
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Little Lit-fucks [Unfinished Forever]
Poetry[Here are some of the poems and snippets written by me. Every part is a standalone.] . "You were a priority I couldn't have." "I was a priority you wouldn't want." . "Finding you was a choice, Falling in love was my hell." . "Dedication; These are...
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