Dear, Love.
I wish you could see,
my pain and my fear.
For its you who had caused it,
yet you were nowhere near.
I wish you could have felt
every single tear.
Then maybe just maybe
you would have stayed here.
This is how my story will end,
no happy ending or romantic goodbye.
Forever shall I loathe you,
yet forever shall I cry.
This is my word
and I swear it till the day I die.
That until the very end
I saw you as nothing
not even a friend.
Yours Never More.
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