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Here I am, still writing about you.
I used to write about you when 11:11 is coming,
I wonder when will I stop?
When will I stop writing bout you?
When will I stop hoping that you'll comeback?
My ink is slowly fading.
And as it fade, I hope my feelings too.
I thought I'll never forget about you.
And then 12:51 came,
I am not writing about you anymore.
It's not you anymore.
But I won't forget that you once became the persona of my poem.
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YOU ARE READING
The Pain Will Gradually Diminish Through This Poem
PoetryUnsaid thoughts that became a poem ahead. Cover is not mine, credits to the owner.
