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Hanging

I used to cry whenI missed you. 

Now, what is there

Left for me is acceptance. 

That we were almost there,

But never enough to be exactly there. 

So we went to separate ways

Without saying farewell. 

Coz there’s nothing for us to fight. 

Only long silence. The ever hanging.

Ending. 

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Now matter how we fight for it, if that person will leave, he/she will leave.