Goodbye

I'm fed up of saying goodbye.
Fed up of letting go.
Knowing that you're leaving.
Knowing that your hand will never touch mine.

I'm fed up of saying farewell.
Fed up of having to turn away.
I hate knowing it's the end.
I hate knowing that we'll never be here.

I'm fed up you walking away.
Fed up of having to move on.
Knowing that I have to go on.
Knowing that you'll never again love me.

The End

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