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i just want the old us again

Every time i look at you,
i cry inside.
I dont know what to do anymore.
I dont know how much pain that I can take.

Every time i look at you i think about how much I miss you. How we were when we were happy. How we treeated each other. How our kisses meant the world to each other. How everyone said how happy we looked, holding hands and kissing each other.
I want that again, I want a reason to be happy again. I just want the old us again.




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