Poem Sometimes the same story of me is here to impress some of the good old memories will not relieve the beautiful clear the inside. When the concept may also think that where I was or was not thought the same old story, but also misses the essence of it all that well with my night and day, and I still smile and laugh through the tears. then not come back to regret not just thinking that has sometimes had to be cheerful despite stored memories just want to keep only good things to this day, but solitude is undaunted. Although we are far different way to extract it is just stress when thinking about you just wanna keep things up the day I had you but this is forlorn.
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