If by some stroke of good luck you had kicked the bucket,
My significant other would have been here
She would have made due"
I shut my eyes
Furthermore, got the beating
Until I became numb
Till everything quit harming
At the point when he had enough
He left the room
Leaving me lying there
Harming and dying
Then my telephone vibrated
I gradually got it
To see the word 'Holy messenger'
What's more, a heart at the top
My lips bended to grin
Then I tapped on the screen
"Hi child" she sang
What's more, my tears began falling
#H
Alright, I can't guarantee that this will be the last time I expound on you, however I guarantee this time it will be unique.
Each time I compose I swear I can hear your voice coming clean with me to compose, I was never sufficiently courageous to tune in, however this time there is something else.
This time I compose with a wrecked heart, a debilitated soul and a pen that is not normal for whatever other pen, this pen is unique.
This pen never lies, notwithstanding, this pen can likewise move around reality, keep away from it, until ultimately reality becomes something else.
This different truth isn't obviously false, it's the standard, worn out truth, time has destroyed her, her delightful face is presently not alluring, her uproarious voice is as of now not bold, and her mystique is simply unique.
Alright, I know, I'm as yet not coming clean, all things considered, I was never a reality teller, however you expressed it previously, all men are liars, and I'm the same.
#Aziz
This different truth isn't obviously false, it's the standard, worn out truth, time has destroyed her, her delightful face is presently not alluring, her uproarious voice is as of now not bold, and her mystique is simply unique.
Alright, I know, I'm as yet not coming clean, all things considered, I was never a reality teller, however you expressed it previously, all men are liars, and I'm the same.
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..........Angel.........
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