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Don't want to remember you, just want to curse the day I say you.
Memories like blur imagination,
Happiness flies away when I see.
Reminds me of the days I was happy and fun with you, now I realise I was never actually
That happy.
Depression came over and captured me while you saw me pretending happy.
You did realise, didn't you?
But, I was really.. really not matter to you at all.••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
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