Writing is both masking and unveiling..
While i mask my pain..
I unveil my soul..
While i fake my smile..
I enunciate my sorrows..
I ignored it..
The way you..
Meticulously clear the traces..
Of the love we've made last night..
But that's okk..
You're not the one for me..
And now i know it..
So I'm moving on..
The way you don't care about..
Any one but yourself..
I'm going to do the same..
Nothing it would give me..
Neither name nor the fame..
Just a satisfactory relief..
For such fake love claim...
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