With a broken heart,
I walk pass my every past.
Reliving it again and again,
Only to make the scars too deep and painful,
Ultimately leading myself to death…
Baisakhi Bhattacharya
<21st December, 2016>
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With a broken heart,
I walk pass my every past.
Reliving it again and again,
Only to make the scars too deep and painful,
Ultimately leading myself to death…
Baisakhi Bhattacharya
<21st December, 2016>
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