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Memories, a cage I can't escape,
I hide away, haunted by what we made.
Never knew they'd mean this much someday,
Yet now, they're the only thing I crave.

How strange it is to be bound so tight,
By moments lost, vanished from sight.
Knowing they'll never return again,
But still, I dream of them in vain.

Perhaps in a world where stars align,
We'll laugh together, hearts entwined

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