For you I gave up my poetry
to be with you, to become happy
||:seemingly:|| silenced I do not know
what to do with my life otherwise.
My anguish, pain and grief forgotten
living happy hollow life ||: will I :||
resent you ten years, two years, six months
||:from now:|| till its end my life is ||:doomed:||
to be forever incomplete with you.
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