Apr 2019
After a while,
I start to forget.
From the last time I saw you,
to the moment we met.
Now,
you're just a blur;
and I don't want to remember
everything
we once
were.
I start to forget.
From the last time I saw you,
to the moment we met.
Now,
you're just a blur;
and I don't want to remember
everything
we once
were.
The past is in the past.
(19/F/Playing the piano...)
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