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I somehow knew that I’ll be broken,

in the rage of yours that would have killed me but didn’t.

Why did I come closer to you then?

Showing my vulnerability existed wasn’t overwhelming,

putting you before I was damaging.

Yet another time love made me feel so helpless,

I wish I would die before facing this.

Why did I always try to vacate somebody, and couldn’t?

Why do these feelings always make me helpless when they shouldn’t?

Why am I always filled with love?

Why am I always desiring possession?

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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