What Kind Of Love

But what kind of love is it, it doesn't take name of end this poetry is written for only heart broken peoples

It does not matter now 
Do not even meet now 
Now blocked 
Now all the pictures are also burnt 
Now the phone number has been deleted 
His memories have also been buried in his heart. 
Now we do not even cry after remembering him. 
Almost nothing is left between us now 
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But what kind of love is it, it doesn't take name of end