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دema flutter Jun 2018
I remember how the meters
between us were decreasing
each and every day we spent together,
it was fun to call it love,
but what kind of love pours oceans
and puts continents between hearts?
Long story short; you let the distance grow. It was not love, it wasn't even friendship, I was just another victim of yours that you threw in the ocean.

— The End —