When you were not with her, she was lonely.
But not that much, as she is right away.
She talked with your picture.
She had no mirror in her room.
The ocean made her realize her thirst.
When she was on the sea shore, she never felt the thirst.
In this journey of making up and breaking up, they eventually got separated.
Tooba.
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Author:
Tooba (Pseudonym) (
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