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I hope it's okay if I leave,
If I leave that place,
That moment,
That person,
That memory,
I hope that memory fades,
I hope it fades before I die,
It is cruel that memories don't fade,
They make you fall deeper within it,
Sometimes its okay,
But sometimes its not,
It's not fair that we be with a person for so long that if they leave it'll be tragic,
It'll be sad,
But people are not sad nowadays,
They're happy,
They switch themselves,
They switch people,
People who want to be with them,
But who counts that,
No one,
So I know it's okay,
Okay to leave,
I know it,
I'll leave,
I know it now,
Now, I'm leaving,
It's now or never,
Here it comes,
I left,
It was okay,
I left,
I know it was okay that I left.
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- Krishna Parmar

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