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Summer of 1993

If i had to explore, remember, hear you explain one more time i would.

Replay whatever our souls are made of by reliving the countless trials and regulations i see to this day.

To this day i wonder her and not me

What has she got that i long to be, i long to have 

What have i misread?

Did you send me signals you haven’t yet said? The feeling of empowerment she must of felt when you said i don’t love you anymore 

I can’t forget

The tears i shed that are not yet healed, the summer of 1993.