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May 2015
He gave me his wrist band,
So I wouldn't forget,
What we once had.

And now i cry,
More than usual,
Because I lost him,
And it reminds me,
Of what we never really had.

His scent lingers on,
On this wretched band.

But i'll *torture
myself with the memories,
Forever.

Because I loved him,
I still do,
And to me,
This band,
*Is him.
Well , cherish everything you have cuz you never know how much it 'll hurt to lose that thing.
Neex
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