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I have an empty hole in my stomach
asking me where are those butterflies you had earlier?
I was numb while a teardrop fell out of my eyes,
reached my naked hand that was once enclosed by yours.

You are nothing in my life
but the suffering that you gave
I always yearned for it.
The sorrow was my contentment
and you were my pleasure that leads to my destruction.
And if I say I’m alright that would be nothing but a falsehood.
I don’t know why but this sore feeling is mine to endure,
I wish you belong to me like before.

He asked me if I was alright?
All I could say was


By Ray


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