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Remorse Of The Past

Every night in my dreams,
I see you, for all of its might.
In this vastness of the streams,
There is only rage in this night.

I promised to never touch the pen,
But I write this, as my pen bleed.
To all the thoughts that comes in train,
I think- you're not the person I need.

I can only love you, and you can only hate me,
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