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Friday 11 December 2015

Isn't it odd?

Isn't it odd? To have to say goodbye,
Isn't it odd? To then feel your heart going away,
Isn't it odd? To look at all the memories with blurry eyes,
Isn't it odd? To have to make yourself understand, the pain is inevitable,
Isn't it odd? To watch the memories grow stronger and stronger as you cry,
Isn't it odd? To never speak a word as you embrace to a painful goodbye,
Isn't it odd? To say goodye, but never feel distant!