10th September 2015
It moves me to the point where
instead of reacting, I choose not to
It makes me cold and I could not contain
my hard opinion on you.
How silly; that I hope you could see,
You have nothing that I envy
I once cared, you were a confidant to me,
I once loved for our dear amity
If my words and doing are becoming lesser or lower than before,
More and more I bore and repulsed you to the core.
For I could not initiate a good closure,
Be gone my friend,
We shall not meet again.
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