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Jul 2012
We all have memories
and they all seem to fade
a grinning face, a flashback
sleep is the resort where we can't evade

I begin to dream, and my mind begins to wander
hands buried in my face
sitting alone in a corner

Thinking of when we were together
when it was just you and me
kept my heart closed
but my eyes open to see

You meant a lot to me
every nickel and dime
now you're just a memory
wishing to turn back time.

Matt
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Matt  24/M/Australia
(24/M/Australia)   
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