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The moments and every sec we spent is now gone. The thing remained is pain, agitation, and the colorless thoughts which kills me every second.

PALE THOUGHTS

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by aritraacharjee

by aritraacharjee

....and those thoughts....
He uttered in a deep
Soundless tone..
To himself

They haunt me..
I count sleepless nights...

Those pale moments..
Those pale words..
Those pale hours..

We shared..
We cherished..
We lived..

And now I am left..

With broken promises..
With wounds..
With darkness..
With myself..
And..

With the..
......Pale thoughts......