I am broke,

As never before,

I am now gone too far away,

I wanted to not to be walked up to,                                  

I was the flower,

Who bloomed once,

One bad look,

Was all it took

To make me wither.

Was it me who was wrong?

Was it me who did wrong?

The world blamed me for looking good,

The same world who praised my beautiful looks!

Prathiusha Poduval

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