Of the times I left behind.
When there was no reason to laugh.
Only good people around for playing.
That memory is fading.
Of the days when it was so clean.
What we called friendship without reasons.
Only the desire to always be happy and smiling.
That memory is fading.
For we took those times too lightly.
And then ended up getting thrown afar.
No more friends but worst than strangers.
Those memories feel so unreal now.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
