Line
Long ago,
I drew a line,
Encircling my life,
But I let you in
You stayed for a while
Kept hurting my self-esteem,
One day you left.
With a no clue to decode.
Day and night,
I kept wondering,
How?
Later I realized,
By brutally erasing,
That line of my life,
Which I once drew.
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