Now that my soul is ripped apart with your lies that pierced my heart, o Lord, let him carry all the regret and teach me how to forget. Teach me how to forget. Thank you. Thank you so much. The poem ends this way and I hope you love that and shower your responses. And shower your love. Thank you
Hello? At the root ome. Absolutely right. What all you said is totally true. And I do feel that destructive mode of your life where you are heartbroken must be must be crossed by an individual. Be it at any stage of your life that should be considered as, ah, one kind of platform. Or a station where you'll have to ultimately leave that station and try to find new parts of life where God has written something else much more beautiful than that bit of phase in life