|| What was, was ||

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Sometimes, you grow out of love,

It becomes difficult to keep going.

You have many reason to leave,

& few you can't even count, to stay.


The love keeps knocking inside,

But everything else has surrendered.

So you give the strangled love, a pitying glance,

Tear-eyed,

With agony clawing  your love's last breath,

You walk away from the scene of crime.


Because what was,

Isn't anymore.

& so will,

Never be..

.....



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