The endmost chapter

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In this quiet place there's nothing but the moonlight passing through the window
A fading silence crept by a bittersweet feeling,
Letting go is the chapter that should've died before it crashed to dead,
Still it follows to never touch that page of emotion,
Why just because it wanted to be seen and heard but it never was,

A heart that once carried thousands of flowers but now it hanged upon deadly bristle,
As it is tired of bleeding now, it wanted to be free of that binding,
It waited already for a long time, suffered most of the horrifying thunderstorm,
They said it is ugly, it doesn't born to deserve that love,

No more clinging to that feeling because it is that time to conclude the chapter forever.
It said it was not love when there was no intention to make you mine,
It was not either obsessive when it killed those innocence thoughts,
They discover most difficult dawn towards the darkness of night.

Letting go is a whisper wind from me to you,
As it bid a farewell of goodbye like to release the past that it held so tight.

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