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When You Were Gone....

One fine day
When you were gone
Gone forever
Even before I could realize
I had lost
All that I ever had
Something so valuable
And precious
That would never ever
Come back to me
No matter how hard I tried
Or turned the world upside down
I cried, I wept, I cursed
Myself to all the misery
Till I hit the rock bottom
As the world laughed at me
Blaming me, doubting me
And tore me apart
Breaking me into pieces
For losing something so precious
I could not have agreed more
Till the time I stood up against the odds
And counted myself to back me up
And stand by my side as well
From thereon it was only me
And me
Who had to carve out a way
Against all odds
Starting from scratch
I built piece by piece
Inch by inch
Putting up the best
That I could ever have
Creating a whole new world
That spread joy
Brought cheers to those around
Yet deep within nursed a void and a wound
That mirrored frail side of
The strength I displayed
For it was always about you
And only you
That lasted so long
And all that I had earned back
Had also long gone
When you were gone...


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