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The World Of Forlorn

The World Of Forlorn

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I sit with him, just to see how he weeps but not a single tear seeps.

I sit with him, just to grasp his hand yet it slips like the treacherous sand.


I sit with him, just waiting for his eyes to glitter but every emotion they emit, are bitter.

I sit with him, just one last time to kiss him goodbye and wished that this moment was just a cruel lie.


I sit with him, just to see that he believes I'm gone.

As now, I belong to the world of forlorn.


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