Somewhere in the middle,
I had realized my bad fate would meddle,
I would never get him to cuddle,
Our story was twisting like a puzzle.
Someway through tat time hustle,
I saw him pushing me to a puddle,
I couldn't even take a breath to struggle,
So now am leaving without a meddle.
Sometimes some words doesn't matter anymore, no matter who they swore upon when they said those words.
Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
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