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May 2012
A picture shows us smiling,
How happy we once were.
But hatred kept on piling,
Turning pleasure into a blur.

I tried to keep our amity,
I wanted you to stay.
Although when in actuality,
It just slowly started to decay.

Replay it all within my mind,
That’s something I do everyday.
Memories can hurt I find,
I discovered that to my dismay.

But I can’t forget what once was there,
I can’t help but always care.
Written by
Courtney
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