"When decades pass, when we've grown old and grey..."
"...would you still remember me?"
I wanted to say,
"maybe, but a little bit different than I do right now"
"You'll just be a distant memory - a dear friend, whom I used to love"
Instead I kept my mouth shut!
At this moment, all I know is
I've packed two years of memory - The good, The bad and The in betweens.
Left the door never to look back!
-LomlomMizo
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Her Melancholic Reverie
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