i said it one last time,
that one last time happened again.
and again.
i thought it already ended,
that we already ended.
but i had to say goodbye again.
why do i have to say goodbye again?
why do we keep on telling each other goodbye
if we have to do it again?
but it felt like ages
since our last goodbye.
when it was just tonight,
that i cried
saying goodbye to you
one last time...
until our next
goodbye.
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Crestfallen
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