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Apr 2021
I don't have pictures of you on my phone

I wonder why we don't talk anymore

it doesn't make sense

you're like a shooting star
so fast you disappear from my sight

I had you inside my hands

a year meant nothing

all the days and nights

burn to ashes I'll never see again

so easily we give up

I'll won't see you again

it's just all so sad to me

I can't forgive myself

but I will miss you every afternoon

when time stops and I think of you
eileen
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eileen
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