Not just a date, it follows pain with helplessness for bearing a smallest hope.
Rope holding me for the purpose has gone. Leaving for a name that was clearly not mine,
Who is she to cage my soul and heart. Didn’t I drop her name from mercy,
Now when she has left how, what purpose do I serve.
Just a dot ending at the tunnel with mocking me to run after.
Should I wait for a better day or should I die right away.
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