An untold story

On the roadside, you're still in my memory. I stand eagerly, waiting. And after all this waiting, will I ever see you again? What can I say? Should I reproach you, or turn away?

Out of shame, or out of sorrow for myself? You know I'm not as talkative as you, so why do you blame me for my silence?

My tears don't ask permission to fall; neither do you!

I taught you love, and you repaid me with bullets, though bullets are the lesser of two evils! I must move on, and here you are, alone, and I am alone.

Nothing remains but the specters of memories in my mind.

If I apologize for anything, I beg your forgiveness, for I cannot hold onto them until my dying day!

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I hesitated a lot before publishing, but what harm could there be?

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