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AND IN THE DEEPEST OCEAN,
I COULD STILL HEAR YOU
CALLING OUT TO ME.
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I remember when we were both kids, laughing and crying and scraping our knees. When we were out like a light at the strike of dusk. Those were the days.
The days I have come to miss more than anything, now.
Nothing has been the same. Not after the incident.
You used to tell me things you would have never told anyone else. You would talk about the moon and the stars and the clouds you saw in your dreams.
There is no "talking" anymore. It's just wind blowing through trees and cars passing by.
You used to bring your toys over to my house, and we would play for hours until it was time to say goodbye.
We never really said goodbye, because we always knew we would see each other again the next day.
Maybe if I hadn't actually said goodbye, you wouldn't have left.
Now I'm stuck with those terrible memories. You have forced me into a cage with no key to unlock it. I'm stuck in this paradox of guilt.
I swear I saw you once.
I swear I did;
But I knew it wasn't you.
I didn't want to feel that pain again.
