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Fragile Facade πŸ’”


Detachment was by far the scariest thing about me,

Until I met you, and it became the scariest thing for me.

I wore armor, impenetrable and cold,

Detached from hearts, stories untold.

No flinch, no sigh, no second glance,

Easy to let go, no lingering dance.

Then you walked in, and walls came down,

The fortress cracked, my heart renowned.

The harder I held, the more I'd bleed,

The pain was exquisite, a love so freed.

But now I'm shattered, pieces on the floor,

Every shard a scream, every breath a chore.

You dismantled me, piece by piece,

Leaving me hollow, a fragile release.

You pushed me to the limit, took me for granted too,

A reckoning's coming, and I'll break through.

I'll see you in a different light,

When I'll lock you out, and end the fight.

You'll know the wrath of my indifference cold,

When I'm done healing, and my heart's grown old.

You'll see the ruin you've made of me,

And wish you'd never tested my liberty.

And yet, in this darkness, your memory still glows,

A bittersweet reminder of what we used to know.

I'm left with the fragments of a love so true,

And the haunting realization that I'll forever love you.

In the ashes of my heart, your flame still flickers bright,

A constant reminder of the love that will forever be in sight.



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  1. The depth of emotions πŸ˜πŸ’—πŸ’—

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  2. This is soooo freaking deep bro ❤️

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  3. Only and only love to u bachhaa ❤️❤️

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  4. U deserve a kingdom of admirers 😍😍❤️❤️

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  5. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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  6. You should have recited this poem and posted it πŸ’—

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  7. Will u be my muse ?

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  8. U r precious Aadrika more than anything and anybody else treasure yourself keep yourself safe 🫢🏻

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  9. πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

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  10. This is too good πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

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  11. Be mine πŸ’—

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  12. I love your way of writing that's too intense ❤️

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  13. Ek hi dil hai kitni baar jeetoge aap ❤️

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  14. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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  15. 🫢🏻🫢🏻🫢🏻

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