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This isn't a poem; But it's hard not to miss some people, when you see things that remind you of them, when shows play that remind you of them, when songs stream that remind you of them, of their voice, of how you used to be... I wish things were the same. Maybe they can be the same. Maybe I should stop holding on to memories (but they're all I have).
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
(If You're Out There, I Swear)
This isn't a poem; But it's hard not to miss some people, when you see things that remind you of them, when shows play that remind you of them, when songs stream that remind you of them, of their voice, of how you used to be... I wish things were the same. Maybe they can be the same. Maybe I should stop holding on to memories (but they're all I have).
Then again, I used to be quite a ****
jordan-hummel
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
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