Shefali Singh

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Running from ugly past


Thanks for being in my life,
So grateful for ruining my life,
Thanks for making me realize what I am for you,
I was a material for you didn't left any clue.

I always trusted you so much,
still behind in this world’s rush,
Though I say I hate you its not true,
Still your words stuck like glue.

I can’t be like you so harsh so mean,
Blurred has gone feelings of screen,
Still trying to run from your voice, memories fast,
Still struggling with my dark, ugly past

Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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its true that how much one tries to be normal, his past always makes him feel WHAT THE HELL i did......WHY I WAS WITH HIM? ? ? time, people, attitide, demeanour change but intentions, memories-ve feelings do not

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