Poem 14

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Will you go now.
Please tell me if you're already tired.
I will stop hoping that you will get better.
Our memories will always stay on my heart.
Memories that will never die.
Seeing you cry while suffering.
It's like stabbing my heart with a knife,
Millions of times.
Don't just go without saying goodbye.
Don't just leave without a smile.

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