Nothing but good memories.
The present is ever so opposite.
Tears and tears run down my cheeks.
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I think of you.
Of how we were.
Of how we are.
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So I do my best to remember how it was.
That's all I want.
No lies.
No secrets.
No sadness.
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So you and your memories,
Crawl under my skin.
I recoil and cringe.
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You're not what I want.
In every way,
You
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