Sometimes I stand in front of the mirror and not recognize myself.
So don't be bothered tomorrow if I see you and cross like we've never met before.
For I have changed a lot from the day you left & I know even you have moved on from the moment I left.
We've indeed seen the worst but we also saw the best.
But the end was this, we ought to be brave and accept.
Eh, the midnight lameness is what makes me do this neither is it a prose you take months to write nor a piece of poetry that you write sitting beneath the silver moon, this can be a draft or maybe a discarded letter to a lover which was never sent.
With too much of literature in my head I would now like to sleep.
Goodnight x
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