Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Shouting in a whisper

The end of the year is approaching,
A hope is nearing due too,
A freedom from one's knot.

I will not be happy or sad,
To feel nothing is what I want,
Not to care seems fair.

After this year,
I wish not to see you again,
I want to totally forget as though we never met.


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