January 19, 2012
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I stand there,
Looking into your eyes.
They’re like a cloud of gray,
I can hardly even recognize you.
We had memories,
And Bad.
I remember the day we first met,
I thought you were cute,
Little did I know all the pain you would put me through.
We all have many regrets,
But the thing that I regret the most,
Is meeting you.

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