You gave me everything, It was my mistake,
My fault to hope for anything more,
My choice to put my life at stake,
My decisions that make me sore.
There is no change for you to make,
I was destined to be a whore,
Thanks for the walk by the lake,
I'd cherish that memory forever more.
The moment you start taking responsibility of your life is the moment you start to live.
Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
