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  • masakali 138w

    Now she had had enough
    And she had lost enough,

    Now she just closed herself
    Just like a flower,
    Closing its petals
    To protect its vulnerable core

    ©masakali

  • masakali 139w

    The more I think,
    The deeper it becomes...

    No worse wound exists there,
    Than the wound of a Guilt....

    How to heal that wound,
    Which gave no one, but me..

    Because no one can help
    To heal the pain,
    And nothing can help
    To soothe the grief,

    And I wonder now,
    What can be done,
    To undo
    What is done...

    ©masakali

  • masakali 139w

    She : Tell me, what do you think of me ?

    He : (silence)

    She : Please tell me, what do you really think of me ?

    He : But I don't think of you..