March 2012
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February 2012
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Every time I see you,
Those memories come back to me.
I wonder what you see,
When you look at me.
Now, we’re just two strangers in a sea of bodies.
But once, nothing existed except for you and me.
Those memories and those feelings come fleetingly back to me.
I ask myself if I miss you, if I miss things the way they used to be
Or do I just miss the company?
I’m never going to...
