Why is it so that the time I’m free
I get your memories in a flee.

Why is it so that you have teared me in parts
Yet I keep hoping for a text in heart.

Why is it so you have a new love
And I still stalk to with all the bug.

Why is it so you had many to be with
I had only you in all my limit.

Why is it so I try harder to forget you
But each time I do I remember you.

Why is it so you are in my mind 24*7
And I keep reminding you are not my present.

-shraddha.

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