Mistake
I went to the place, the scene of our first kiss.
I remembered every instant, that I greatly miss.
I remembered the time when I took your key.
I didn't want to run, I just needed you arms around me.
Standing on the bridge, making my choice,
A choice, that I often fought.
It was alway existent, an agreement I never sought.
Tomorrow, when I awake. I'm going to be happy.
I'm not going to think about what you have done to me.
I'm going to erase you, erase you from my mind.
A memory, I can't ever again find.
Like every mistake ever written down,
You have to erase it so it can never be found.
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