On the route of pain, it's the journey,
The journey from love to hate.
The memories which I can forget hardly,
Despite knowing of slipping anyway I held firmly!
And to fall back in love it was never too late.


I was a paper who hugged the fire,
I realised that after being almost burnt.
Feeling low coz expectation was higher!
Lost all hopes I was still a trier,
Would go in an open field to hunt.
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