118: the past stays in the past.

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Remembering those days we used to hang,
purple skies and headlights it was perfect.
Drunken nights out loud we sang,
you made life seem so worth it.

Solemly thinking about the after,
a happily ever after it is now an after thought.
Fading away in our own laughter,
the past brings nothing but distraught.

Our love is forever gone my brother,
lost into the unknown.
I will keep you in mind my sister,
since you don't want to call anymore.

You left me to fend off against all,
left me here all alone.
At least keep me in your thoughts,
love me like you did before.

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