The pen wrote the expressions for the life left with few time :
I never betray & will never betray you , I know more than me you know it well, But you are such a weed to me that I can live , Betrayed by you but not without you ✒✒
we are all the buds of a weed called blind love. we outgrow unnecessarily from its roots of false trust and keep on growing on a vast land. the only thing we cause is havoc. eventually, we are removed from our origin and thrown away. and our doomed existence leads us to be of no worth.