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I had hoped to make it through Sand blasting into my eyes Wheezing and aching through the storm Across the the smouldering wreck To live past distress when all is done I had hoped to make it through Another day, another night Tossing and turning every wakeful hour Pulling out of the pit of hell…

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It hurts like the first timeThe very first time whenMy messages went unansweredCalls unreturned andThe waiting never endedEvery single timeIt hurts like the very first time. Few days of blissFew nights of loveContinuous as the loops of timeWith impending distress,Desperations and disappointmentsEvery single timeIt hurts like the very first time. Image Source: Google © 2020…