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Here I am,
thinking about what I've been through.
Ain't life rough?
Sitting in the darkside of a lonely room,
which is now a sweet friend.
.

Looks like this lonely place,
is the only place where I belong.
Filled with lots of tears and dark sadness.
That's left alone for years.
Therefore got dusty,
just like you left me,
ruined my mascara,
which made me dirty and dusty.
.

Dust is the 'tears' and dark is the 'sadness'.
So, don't I belong to this lonely place?
It makes me feel better
that I am not alone to be alone.
You promised to never leave me.
This place also got promised,
to be never left,
But now it's left and cries out the dust.
.

This sweet friend shared many things with me.
I breathe, the air,
and get the smell of loneliness.
When it shares, its tears fade away,
a little.
Will I ever remove this dark sadness?
Only you can do that,
with the lights you've got,
that shine all the time.
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If I would call up the past you in present,
past you would be like,
"I can feel you girl, I can feel you."
You could feel me.
                                                                                 -PRIYA ASTHANA