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On those numb days
When the touches of the purposes not felt
The silent pain was bleeding
As those in Haemophilics
The cold breezes at night
Reminds me of my loneliness
But crying was not an option
To bury the melancholy climate
But my dear, happiness was not far away from me
As the dark taught me
To enjoy it's own brightness
To detest my flaws
To learn from those blunders
© Raj
When the touches of the purposes not felt
The silent pain was bleeding
As those in Haemophilics
The cold breezes at night
Reminds me of my loneliness
But crying was not an option
To bury the melancholy climate
But my dear, happiness was not far away from me
As the dark taught me
To enjoy it's own brightness
To detest my flaws
To learn from those blunders
© Raj
