Not At All

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I felt wrath As good as death You disliked my approach It was stupid of me as such You had said in the beginning We were to work for shining Give best efforts in maintaining True friendship forever inn retaining I felt soft corner Many times I smiled at her She was unaware of my inkling I thought she will be ready and buckling No, not at all She disliked my overtures and call “Beware on consequences and behave too” She was infuriated showed color true I failed to understand her outburst Many times I had expressed trust I only opened up and expressed She really spoiled everything and messed “I have not seen you from that angle” She was speaking to self with great struggle I felt sorry and expressed with regret I was not prepared to keep unhappy or let

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