I still remember

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I still remember how your thumb gently brushed against my skin, in an attempt to wake me up from my sleep.

I still remember how delicate your skin felt against my lips when I first kissed your cheek goodbye.

I still remember the way you rubbed your fingers against my scars, curiously asking about them.

All these little things, they mean something to me.

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