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Winced Through Out

Winced Through Out

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And then after a century,

The air filled the lungs again,

Somehow I live just by repeating our story,

And thinking about us again.


That’s when I realised,

How it feel to breath,

How does it feel to be alive,

How it feels to be full of air just by seeing you after all this time.


Just by seeing you there,

Something you poured in that air,

I can’t believe you was there,

N I remember everything we’d ever share.


Somehow then I bit my lips to hide that curve of my lips from showing,

And that time only I realised what everything was ever missing.


That glare and that sigh

You ran the kaleidoscope of memories in front of my eyes.


Just some days of happiness,

Then a Life time grieve,

This longing of you will never end,

And this darkness will never leave.


And when you was gone,

And everything with me was wrong,

You don’t know how I’ve survived this long,

And I was with everyone but still alone.


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