I Lost Myself For You
With the hope
That my love will bloom one day,
And you'll value it
I kept fighting
Without realising that
I was losing myself
In this process.Ultimately,
The day came
When I wasn't myself.I lost two best people
That day.
One was you
And the other was me.
YOU ARE READING
THE PREMISE OF LOVE
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