The Last time

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By Zgjim

It’s the last time me waking up holding a hazelnut hair. Holding the left behind of a night full with joy and pressure. Wanting to collect them till the end of time So careless and pure I thought you wished that too. Made my decision there is one place in my heart that place will be named you. Have you ever thought about what did I do That made you consume my will and passion I lost my dreams You burned your memories My time lost its meaning There is no place that holds my space If I never met you I could have never lived If I never lived I would have never died

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