I’m ashamed to write how I feel,
Because I’m afraid it’s boring.
Again, a lost object of love.
Again, a love unfulfilled.
Again, I miss you.
Again, I cry.
I feel, I died.
My pain, sky high.
Emotions, being spilled.
I paid a cost, of a love lost.
It’s boring to be heartbroken,
I’m ashamed to write how I feel.

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