I didn't like the way you appear that day, I didn't like the circumstantial evidences you surrounded - it looked like a drama delivered by a third grade poet - it looked like a trap something ridiculous way... rather you could give me your same unique look, rather you could pass pretending unnoticed me... I didn't like your leaving me behind, I didn't like your settings of a trap - it looked like a friend betrayed at all - it looked like to take vindictive revenge... rather you never come before me... rather you never come before me...
I can feel your feelings for your sweetheart. But dont be disappointed. It has become a very very sweet poem. Thank you.
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