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No Regrets

Self-deprecation had brought me there
A lonely road, the one of despair
You hadn't found me
I waited for long
You took a different with me uninformed!

Waiting for you, was all I did!
For a smile to melt away my boundaries
For a kiss to tear me apart
For a caress to cure my heart

But you never came again
Left me waiting in vain
I wasted my time waiting for you
In the depths of wilderness 
Lost in the desire of you...

You never wanted me there...
Threw all the crap thinking me unaware
Ruined my thoughts without a care
Threw my love in the air

I am wiser now
I breathe in my paradise
Love is not all I want
I have now the happiness,
The happiness of you out of my life!

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