I fall like an empire at its peak. And you like a feather
Flying fatefully down to rock bottom
Every cell that trembles in regret
Trust me, every single one will forget
At the end of a heartfelt cry, every regret is still the right decision
On the edge of every loose sword is a heart still figuring it out.
But you never had it in you.
– Momina Arif
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