I was never the same when my mind was filled with him,
And I was equally unchange when You occupied the rest,
He took me to a wrong oath of growing,
That makes me realised how I can have everything for the best.
He makes me go wild and wicked,
You cleared the mind for the ease,
Now both are just two of the unimagines,
As now I decide to search for the peace.
—AF
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From The Diary of Heart: Magnificent Us
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