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Oct 2017
Days etched like ink
The type of ink that never fades away
One day contains the best memories
Like when you looked at me and made me feel completely pink
Then the next,all the worse
When you leave and I'm surrounded by a deep blue curse
You never know which it's going to be
Every day is brand new, they say
But one day it's here the next it fades
I constantly have to say I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
If I don't the cycle gets erased
Every new day makes the others go away
Only the memories of the happiest and saddest times stay
But that's the price of having a brain
what if We didn't have a brain
Then I'm living the same day ever day
Then I would never meet you
Then I would never live
That's just the price of having a brain
You get the feelings weather you want to or not
That's just the price of being human
Written by
Cheyenne  16/F
(16/F)   
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