She went in the place where she first laid an eye in you,
She can't help but have flashback,
The way you look was the thing she remembered,
How can she say she misses you?
When she didn't wanna bother you anymore,
She'll never walk in Cornelia street without having flashbacks.
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The Book Of Unsaid Thoughts[COMPLETED]
PoetryWARNING: This contains unsaid words or thoughts.