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I am a myth

She was telling him about how she was suffering

through her existence in his life,

he hanged up the phone at midnight.

She cried thinking life would be uneasy without him,

little did she knew she was herself a beautiful musing.

That night she cried, cried and cried

till the time she was awakened,

from a bad dream, he and the worthy breakup.

I am a myth now she says,

when somebody tries to come closer,

maybe she found herself the night he left her broken!

-Riya Shah

By Ray

POET| CONTENT WRITER| BLOGGER

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