From my heart to yours.....
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She was like me and I hope she won't be,
Not as I wrap myself in self loathe and guilt,
Not as the womb of tears and madness.
But now as she pass through some old wounds of mine,
My love to her makes me run along her woes,
To make a new me she can proudly wield.
So I fight my wars and smile the smile I wear,
So I be the person she could be rather than not,
And to there I proudly welcome her to be me.
I hope you liked it!- chaahat
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