write a short note on the sense of love and separation
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It was like everything that happened took charge. He never wanted me there. My presence was a burden or not cared to be bothered perhaps.
It was his farewell. Fate was taking him far away. From me. Prague was his new home now.
My eyes were mourning and so was my heart. I had promised myself, I won’t cry. He had always broken my heart but I had promised myself, I won’t break. Not for him.
It was his farewell. Fate was taking him far away. From me. Prague was his new home now.
My eyes were mourning and so was my heart. I had promised myself, I won’t cry. He had always broken my heart but I had promised myself, I won’t break. Not for him.
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