Missing
I'm walking around and then I see it. Out of everything this makes me pause and stare for a bit. Then I slowly walk away, because I remember. Days and nights pass and this keeps me up at night. Everything...only a memory of what was. You lock eyes with mine and that's what makes me stop...I miss the past
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