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Fallen.
Never knew those flowers were fallen forever from my existence.
Petals are burning under the fire from the eyes.
The burns can never be healed but they made me; myself.
Why did you beat me up?
Why you don't understand me?
Am I a rhetorical question?
Why can't you hold me in my bad?
Always luck is a stranger.
© The Bliss
Petals are burning under the fire from the eyes.
The burns can never be healed but they made me; myself.
Why did you beat me up?
Why you don't understand me?
Am I a rhetorical question?
Why can't you hold me in my bad?
Always luck is a stranger.
© The Bliss
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