"LOVE me, like you never did,
KISS me, like you did when i was a kid,
HUG me, like today you are getting rid,
TREAT me, like I am your last shift.
Cause I'm suffering,
Without anyone noticing!
Now on the river of death I am floating.
Now are you regretting.
One day you'll no longer suffer,
But on that day, you'll blubber,
The day, all bogeys would die.
This is not a lie.
Cause I am gonna say you Goodbye."
written by: Eiman Asif
*Love is a feeling, oh my beloved please stop hating me and love me like never before, kiss me like you did when I was cute, and a soft-hearted kid and hug me like you hug the dead body of a loved one, Treat me like I am the one and only and a fist and last choice. Cause if you lost me today and let me die then you'll suffer and pray for my return and then understand this painful fact that you have lost a moon in search of the stars.
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