Inner Voices!

If meeting her was my destiny

Then losing her is my fate

One who teaches you how to love

Makes you learn the meaning of hate.

What should I do with those memories

Memories of good old days

Some are part of you, some are part of me

As now we have chosen separate ways.

How can I ever move on

For you were the one I called my home

Once a wanderer, again a wanderer

But no one besides me to roam.

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