I am sorry to say
But this is the end
Of this love
Of this affection
Of this attachment
I don't find any way
To reach you
Because you are far away
You are distant away
It seems to be
The end of this love
I don't think we should continue
Loving this way
Because it is not true
It was just a lust
That brought us together
This is time to leave
One another for a lifetime
Because this lust must end
It has destroyed both of us
We should now walk away
From one another
From this meaningless relationship
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Kiran Yasmin
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