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let go of those
who makes your smile disappear
don’t hold into something
that makes your heartache
open your heart and you’ll find those
who would give you butterflies,
they said.

but,
here I am, being stuck with you
holding on to something
the cause of my wounds
wounds that bring comfort,
as what they said- was wrong.

– Pia Majumdar


 

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