My truth untold
Those hands you used to hold were cold
You promised to be there till we're old
I was left with my broken thoughts
You are now happy 'cause you never fought
You were selling your heart- I heard it's sold
Pages of ours were firmly fold
But after all this time-- I still want to say
In spite of those battles I lost, I still wanted you to stay
YOU ARE READING
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