END 

These cuts are deeper than they seem

These wounds remind me that it was not a dream.

Yet I try my luck everyday

Hoping that one day I’ll get my way
Between us there were many rules unspoken

Between us there were many promises broken.

Yet I remain naive and hopeful

Trying to keep it beautiful.
But I guess all good things must have an end

That it why friendships have an ‘end’.

Farewell I bid thee

For there is no longer a ‘we’. 
Love,

Your loyal junior,

Tasha Lim 

 
Illustrated by Michelle Ling

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