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Long Enough

It takes much longer time,

To forget someone,

Than the actual time,

You’ve been with them.

Maybe because you give a piece of yourself,

For them to keep,

And you take a piece of them,

For yourself to breathe.

When days become longer,

Than the ones you have spent,

With the nights become silent,

Than the ones when you had met.

Because you are you,

And they are they,

But it’s long enough now,

To forget all the days.


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