twenty-five

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Engraved in his retina
Yesterday's sorrow and pain
Scared of his lover's depature
His feelings still remain

He hold on too much
His hands started to bleed
He knew it was easier to let go
But it's difficult to face what
comes after what he did

His choices made him weak
Vulnerable as they say
Now, thoughts doesn't matter
As he became immune to the
taste of a bittersweet latte

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