Mistake
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If a mistake was done. That would be falling for you. I learnt to be naive and martyr with everything you do. I learnt how to hurt myself with or without your presence. I kept dreaming, about you-about us becoming to be yet I grieve for I couldn't call you mine. I made an oath if I couldn't have you, I will make me be new. Something they never thought I'd be. Still I didn't lost any hope and here I become desperate of you. I have told myself from the beginning for I will not fall for you and here I am keep dwelling of what could it feel to be with you. A mistake, a mistake I couldn't bemoan on. You bring out the best yet the worse of me.
