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I can't go back to the place
The place that I used to be
Filling me as a woman with grace
All my efforts thrown to waste
Unlucky enough to be in a chase
Chase of hearts like a race
In the end he will always win
Beside him, here I am sitting like a Queen
Where I used to be
Was me having no we
Wearing masks to pretend
Always at your shadow in the end
Where I used to be
Was to be in your arms, supposedly
But now you have forgotten me
That means I'll stand on my own gravity
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Melody Of Words
Poetry"My love for you is like a poem. Deep, aesthetic, and surreal. It's like diving through the depths of the oceans and flying so high and marvelous towards the whole universe." - a compilation of different short stories with random genres mixed with p...
