lxvii. hurt

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-X-


The memories,
The lies,
Oh! My love,
How the time flies.

I still remember,
The first time we have met eachother.
Etched in my heart was our past,
That you purposedly threw in the dust.

My mother was right,
People changes in the blink of our sight.
And I was too stupid to believe,
I was too immature to be deceived,
By the idea of being in love.

We promised to never let go,
But darling, why did you do so?

-X-


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