Why do things have to change? Why do people have to go their separate ways; subconsciously erasing every fuckin’ memory of one another? Am I the only one who remembers? Am I the only fuckin’ one? Every fuckin’ day I wish for the past to come alive again, just to be with the ones I thought I loved. Well now I say fuck it. I feel like I try so fuckin
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