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I cringe every time I hear this word It reminds me of how you could never let go of the past Clinging on to anything else Than the most important thing to me- the moment we were living in I was building memories then The ones that play over and over in my head now And you were trying to forget then I think you must be an expert in forgetting now I wonder if you think of us, nostalgia and all And it makes me cringe, all over again
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Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 4:01 PM UTC
Nostalgia
I cringe every time I hear this word It reminds me of how you could never let go of the past Clinging on to anything else Than the most important thing to me- the moment we were living in I was building memories then The ones that play over and over in my head now And you were trying to forget then I think you must be an expert in forgetting now I wonder if you think of us, nostalgia and all And it makes me cringe, all over again
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Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 4:01 PM UTC
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