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In My Study
In My Study
In my study...
There is a wooden table..
The place where I used to spend hours...
Scribbling love notes and poems....
Oh so long love letters I wrote....
Baring my heart and soul...
Describing in detail things about him...
Which even he didn't know....
In my study....
There is a wooden table..
Covered in dust and smudges of ink...
Inside the drawer you will find...
Where light never enters....
Pangs of my heart....
Everything about him....... <
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The one who would never know......
That there was somewhere a girl....
Who fell for him...
So dangerously....
He didn't catch and I continued to fall.....
Plunged in the depths of darkness....
In my study....
There is a wooden table....
Where I wrote one last time....
For everyone to see.....
My death note.....
With the inks of blood....
In my study...
There is a wooden table...
Rotting and decaying...
Just like me......
