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Cold as rainy days, dark as the night sky.
Gloomy as it seems, empty and dreary.
My mind wanders, where did we go wrong?
Maybe, I was not the right one all along.

I keep counting the days,
from the day that door closes.
I hope you are doing fine,
And how I wish you are still mine.

I thought I will always have you,
But I lost you somehow.
Probably, we are destined to love each other,
But not meant to be together.