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I will burry my feelings
inside
the core of my heart.
and it will be called a break
up.
May it will make us
restless but promise not to be
apart.
I will dumb the memories
down.
Although, my heart is
burning and the same ache
again.
And we’ll call “love is not
weedless”.
Alas, I’m asked to detach
from the glimpses of my
loved ones, whom I called
mine.
It’s ok, but its not fine at all.
Love killed me by making
me drown in it.
Then why would the world
won’t call it a crime?