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It was that lonely time of dusk again. It was that

It was that lonely time of dusk again. It was that lonely time of dusk again I wandered on the banks of lake, reflecting the horror that i have become for my own self. A perfect portrayal of me falling from the heaven of my own words to the prison they have become now. The fear from my mind was accompanying me in the real too, now I was merely the writer that wrote the beautiful tragedies of the glowing love that witnessed the blooming sunset. No words now ever wander to my boundaries of thoughts and I, my heart was left broken a
It was that lonely time of dusk again. It was that lonely time of dusk again I wandered on the banks of lake, reflecting the horror that i have become for my own self. A perfect portrayal of me falling from the heaven of my own words to the prison they have become now. The fear from my mind was accompanying me in the real too, now I was merely the writer that wrote the beautiful tragedies of the glowing love that witnessed the blooming sunset. No words now ever wander to my boundaries of thoughts and I, my heart was left broken a
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