Forgotten

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Forgotten

Forgotten is my soul,
Today, tomorrow, hereafter, everyone let's go.

Memories are tainted as time slips silently by.

Love is meant to be unconditional yet forever just a lie.

No matter the beginning, the end is all the same.

Time heals all wounds but never the pain.

Leave and never come back, I don't need your sorrow.

For me, love is just fiction and won't be there tomorrow.

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