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Gathering my attitude and my pride,
Loving the unloved I wasted my life...
Asking her the reason to live,
Was I still alive...???

Becoming the reason to get hated,
Got left before I could have mated...
Giving her everything that she wanted,
Severity was never the less in her hatred...

My love was secretly stolen,
Stolen secretly from the deepest of my heart...
The blood of mine showed me its impurity,
As that demon tore myself apart...

My life was taken away from me,
Withing seconds from me far it flew...
Desperate times were on my side,
Started losing that gathered pride...

But happily I thought,
That my love has not lost her love...
The love which led my life to the edge of the knife,
Will I forever be alive...???