I can't remember what it felt to be. I never knew what it was meant to be. I just knew I was supposed to be there. I guess I'll never know. What was it, again? What was the purpose? You made me feel loved. You made me feel love. We weren't meant to be together. But... I wrote about you. Some little texts. So I could always relive the moments we spent together. Just like a broken cassette. Just like a déjà vu. Our pieces were scattered all throughout the world. We were torn apart. Just like a broken mirror. Just like an atom bomb. Oh, my dear. Where have you been?
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