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on the pages of eyes,
I had written a hundred times,
the love that was there in words,
could not be said with words..

I am angry with myself,
because I am voiceless,
my silences are a punishment,
that’s what my heart thinks.
still, I don’t know,
with what right should I say,
that I am your hero..

because of you I have found
all the wishes to live,
that I find place to live in your heart,
that is what I am trying..
I should be just yours,
I should not live without you,
this is what I have wished for,
that’s what my heart thinks.
still, I don’t know,
with what right should I say,
that I am your hero..

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