My heart was aching,
your words were breaking.
I was shaking,
with all you have taken.
It was all in the making,
when you were faking.
You were already remaking,
with some other forsaking.
I was down on thinking,
without my eyes blinking.
My love was tossing,
when time was passing.
My thoughts were trading,
every thing was fading.
when i was aging,
and you were shaping.
It was me still suffering,
writing down recovering.
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