1 month 2 days, memories still-;
-haunts, kills me everyday,
A question of, when shall I will?
be able to...
Time, is of everything they say,
Of this hopeless distress;
Will there be a remedy?
or just...
Alas! Chaos came; never left!
At dawn, it cries...
Tears, a man sobers!
At nights, tender?...
One day, and another,
Gently, softly, never;
Oh thee, memories chained;
8 Nov, you're to blame.
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