Once again standing at same place,
thinking in the same pace,
why one has to be so consistent
how one can be so ignorant
same old thoughts
same old knots
this is where we met
and this is where u left
why I fell for you
you were never true
lie was what u started with
and lie was what u ended with painted my life with fake color markers
making it more dull n darker
but anyways these are just foggy thoughts,
which I remember sometimes
mostly at bedtimes
by Missy khan
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