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- T I M E H E A L S -

Things start to fade.

I think back, I don't quite remember your face. I don't remember our favorite place.

But, I remember the sound of your voice cracking when we said goodbye.

I'd never really seen you cry.

We both knew what was happening to us wasn't exactly right.

Maybe it just wasn't our time.

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