Our loss

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I will leave
Love your presence
It leaves me bereave
What's the essence

The first of all
Hated by one
Always appreciated
By others unknown

No pleasing you
All he does is never seen
How he wish
Let's end this chapter
Its no use
Its been done
Still hurts
Even when its given a blind eye

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