This is a topic, controversial in itself.
Darkness does not exist, it's a misnomer for low, extremely low light scenario.
Anyway forget about my bullshits.
You were loved but not loved enough to not seek your tentacles to a world of unknown.
You did a great job, I came there as an insect and got trapped in the flower. Alas, it was a poisonous flower. My sincere love suffered a fate of drone.
You knew all these and now I've known everything.
But don't get confused. I'm not going to burn myself in the flame of revenge. I'm not going to strip you of something you have cruelly stripped me of.
You have burnt "Ghee of Love for you" in your temporary "homam of self-satisfaction" but as long as there is light, let's forget the shadow directly underneath.
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