riptide

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The truth is,
I still look for you in everyone I meet.

I'll remember you on moments where my mind is elsewhere.

I'll remember the beat up jacket you used to wear

I'll remember the funny way the light hits your eyes.

It flashes back suddenly, and I'm caught in riptides.

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