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Broken in my eyes, you seem
so unlike the visions I hold
these torn inside memories
the residue of love seems cold
nothing left to be redeemed
with loss of you myself I sold
I lock my love ,throw out the keys
this story not to be retold
I lost my soul to you
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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