A.M.F.

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Accepting, Moving, and Forgetting.

Everything is bound to reach its ending,
We traveled fast,
Then we go our separate ways in blist.

The chapters we wrote went black
A while ago,
Aren't we just having fun?
We died together but we sunk.

I really don't want to talk how we end,
Our friendship end.
It's in the past,
It already happened
I just want to reminisce,
About our good memories.

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