#23.2 If She Comes {part-2}

Tell her to burn those memories of us together, Tell her to move on and be happy, Tell her that destiny separates our world. Tell her that I used to write thinkingof her, And this would be my last letter for her, Tell her that I lived like deads without her, That she was death and my life, And she would always be. Tell her that i can’t inhale oxygen without her, Tell her that her voice and her smile is my oxygen.!

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