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The Promise

I miss you and love you.
Yet again I fall for you,
Don't run into me now.

Coz I would die all over again,
I wish to get over the pain.

But it is hard when I remember our imaginary world,
I lived there for sometime in bliss.

And the reality said I can't pretend,
The promises I had made.

I know I failed,
But I swear you this.

If you meant those words you spoke,
With no regret I would die for you,
In every birth I ever destined to take.
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Published: 7/13/2012
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