She left me... Without a trace... She was hurt, surprised, angry... & when I close my eyes... I can see her face now... Its too soft... crimson... wet... Tears of surprise... tears of hatred... I couldnt stop her... I tried, but it was too late... She gave me opportunities... Once, twice, thrice... a lotta times... I was whimsical, careless... cursed... now I stare at the way she left... But she was nowhere... Her name is..... was Freya... & I hate september... I hate the date 15... I hate celebration... I hate being with close ones... For the time being i hate myself...!!! :(
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 17:58:04 +0000
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