This Is Goodbye, Not Farewell
Two people loved each other but got separated by fate.
Months or years won't really matter
Didn't take long for us to feel
On how we cared for each other
Even though we won't say it
Our feelings and thoughts were connected
Two hearts are going to be apart soon
I don't have any choice but to let you go
I may never say this
Or never will
But I did love you with no boundaries
You're always in my heart
Even though we are apart
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AraBella D.
Ara loves to read books specially horror genre and mystery. She is also a horror fan and an introvert. She attends horror-con every summer and loves to travel by herself or with friends.
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