It's dark, but I don't sleep
I hurt but I cant weep
Cos I tripped and I fell deep
Shattered me, when I lost my last grip
On hope, on love
Its a mirage, this thing we call love
Built in our head, never to clear until we fall off
Its cliff, and then you realize its all wrong...
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A view of the down side of love. Thanks for sharing, Korede Peace