That horrible moment,
for which I repent,
when suddenly went,
my dearer one.
That was not less than a nightmare,
when you stopped talking,
and obviously this is not fair.
Atleast tell me my mistake,
I want to confess,
that it happened by mistake.
I am not from those,
who does flattery,
but now I want to be,
don't know why?
That horrible moment,
was like hell,
when you stopped talking to me.
How I passed my minutes,
like countless hours of life.
That horrible moment,
I want to be away from that.
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