long days,
and even longer nights
spent wishing i could just walk away.
those days turned into weeks,
and those weeks turned into months
and im still refusing to lose hope.
one day it'll happen,
I'll walk away with the memories of
you, and you will be left
with the memories of me.
our past will be a ghost
of who we were, it'll always be there,
but it'll be just out of reach.
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this isn't fun anymore :/
