The reason I'm empty is because of the memory that rests in me,
All I want is forgetting, forgetting past !
Pretending with myself
That I don't know who you are.
Let the time come when everything will be left behind,
The time when I'll be missed ,
It's the time when I'll be gone!
A.N- This is one of my oldest poems .
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