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Magic of Her Over Me

Jan 10, 2025
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Updated: Jul 16, 2025

By Abhishek Agrawal


 I feel warm when I am with

                her and cold when I am not with her, 

waiting for her to come to my 

side to help me to bring warmth into

                       my cold life to fill me with 

never-ending joy with no intention

                        of letting me go anywhere 

but at her side.


                   

Her presence brings my existence 

into reality and fills my empty

               heart with uncontrollable overwhelming

                      emotions which are searching 

for her in any path I go, in waiting for 

her to bump into me.



Her smile makes me forget all 

the painful memories that I held for years 

into nothingness and fills me

     with many good memories within the 

core of my very existence.



My anger with hate fully disappears 

into the air when her arm takes

                me in and brings back my human form 

from my monstrous form which 

thinks only about destruction around him.

By Abhishek Agrawal




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