Longing for your love is like looking up at the stars.
All i see is the past and what we use to be.
Just phantoms on autopilot dancing around my memories is all that remains.
Although, Iam quite fond of those haunting recolections.
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Remain fond of them, they're jewels in your memory. This is you moving on. Better things lay ahead.
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