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Apr 2019
You never know
when suddenly it becomes the last time we speak
7 years is a long time you know
Slowly and suddenly making us weak.

I always wanted more
You always wanted happiness
Down the line our friendship became sore
My mistakes became a reason for your sadness

I might go cringe sometimes
But it’s who I really am
Talking to each other at night times
Our text messages doing a jam.

I truly apologise for everything.
Niket
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