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Memories that haunt. Are memories that guide.
Memories so void.
Are memories so rich.

Memories that hurt. Are memories that heal. Memories so stale. Are memories so pleasant.
Memories of fights. Are memories of love.
Memories that are lost.
Are memories that last.

Memories of misery Are memories of privileged. Memories that I am left with. Are the Memories I am dream with.

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Long gone were the days. The days that were glorified by you.
Long gone were the days.
That was stalled by you.

Attires that hang and speaks of you, House with that scent of you,
And a soul that wanders in search of you,
Are all those that is left of you.

But worry not; you, my love