Sorrows

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Your words , they hurt me

Like that of a sharp knife

Little by little

Slowly and painfully

It reduces my heart to ashes

And then all at once

The fiery flames licking

They swallow me whole

But I'm ready to surrender

Like a quiet lamb to a slaughter house

As innocent as ever

Not knowing where it goes

You gave me my joy

But now you snatch it away

You know everything you've done to me

At one point of time

You were my smile

But the next point

You became my tear

You were one person

I laid all my trust to

You were my one and only concern

But I was your one and only disconcern....

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