Florence Laldinpuii Chhangte
To Be In Love With A Second Man
I Have To
Death would be such a blessing, Than having to bear all these sufferings.
I blamed the words for deceiving me until I realized it's the pain deceiving them. For words may try their best, But this heartache will still win the race.
Let it all out, Let it all go; Cry if you must, cry if you're strong.
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