Remember me
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I find myself thinking back to those simple days. Those carefree winter days spent complaining about schoolwork, the long walks we took to and from our schoolyard the simple talks we shared with one another, and the way my heart had skipped a beat around you, but silly me could never figure out what feeling that was I could never ever figure that out between the years we had known each other ...Most of all
I always find myself thinking about the Seventeenth of January the day we bid farewell it was that day I realized I had this overwhelming urge to be with you. In fact, I knew I had to be even as we grow apart even as you wave goodbye
is it horrible to wish for you to
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