Self Pity - Ii
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Aparna Chatterjee
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I can tell you about the way
My eyes miss you
I can tell you about the way
My heart longs for you
But I guess,
No point telling you
Any more...
For you'll never understand
The lover in me -
And would label it
All as mere 'self-pity'.
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