November 13, 2009
I sit here thinking about our memories,
Then thinking how now we are pretty much emimies.

We don't talk now, at all,
Sometimes it makes me want to ball.

For some reason I thought this was a test,
But looking back I know it's for the best.

Now I know the past is the past,
But I know the memories will always last.

This time is the real good-bye.
And this time I can say it without a sigh.

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