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Assalamualaikum

It's funny how you still linger around.

The times I enjoyed my late night drive,
My favourite songs blasting through the speakers.
You were everywhere.
In every turn and corner.
You were all over the places.

It was me. Longing for your presence.

It's funny how you were no longer the talk of the town.

Each time the name crossing the road of this voice, reaching the outer realm,
My heart ached knowing I was thrown away, losing significances.
Each time I decided to not think about the things you said,
My mind kept replaying my mistakes and all of those I thought you deserved.

It was me. Longing for the past.

You're hard to forget.
When all I needed was you to be erased,
The stronger you came, the harder it was for me to push everything away.




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