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My Past

He is mine and I was his,
We we're so perfect but that just a bliss.
He is my third and I was his last,
He became distant so fast.

He talk to me and I still reply,
We always fight and I always end up cry.
He has a lot of reasons on his mind,
But none of them are mine.

How I wish I can go back in time,
To stay by his side.

He was gone and I am here,
I'd rather say things in the air,
"He was used to be mine."

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