Pathetically I felt apart at last;
I've shown a shame never before in my past;
Picking up the pieces of my broken heart;
I bid you farewell until this love is in my past.
There will be no voice, no wind, no whisper;
As I force myself, letting this love wither;
I'll miss all the times we happily chatter;
I'll miss you the most, my undestined lover.
Take care... My Love.
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