Goodbye

Goodbye short poem

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It’s time to say goodbye
But I can’t
I don’t want to say it
It’s too hard

It’s time to say goodbye
How can I?
Goodbye to our time?
Goodbye to our memories?

It’s time to say goodbye
Goodbye to all the laughs we shared
Goodbye to our time together
Goodbye to all the memories we made

It’s time to say goodbye
Our last day is coming fast
Our time is running out…
It’s time

It’s time to say goodbye
Our final words
As we leave each other behind
“Goodbye…”

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Hasna
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Nice poem

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