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Haunting Memories

A couple days now I've been thinking about you ... I continue to write in that black book we talked about before we broke up. I write in there from time to time but seeing that we're not meeting anymore, I'll toss it out after the year, I'm sure you don't want to hear my sad stories. It's been rough 'cause I see pictures of you and I can't help but think of what we had. I drift into the past and the times we shared together, holding you at night and waking up every morning next to you, I still remember it as clear as yesterday. I wonder at times if you had the best of me .... 'Cause I still can't seem to get out of this dark depressed feelin' ....

When you left I was sad but I knew we had something special. Then you turned the tables and you were gone, as though I wasn't really that important after all. We were great, you and I, we spent those months together and it felt like life was made for us. We had each other and nothing else mattered. I honestly thought you wanted the same ...

As stupid as it may sound I missed you for months and couldn't even contain myself. My friends were worried about me, my parents knew nothing of it and just like that you were gone. I think about you every night before I close my eyes cause it's still the closest to home I've been 'from' home ...

*sigh* It wasn't supposed to end like that ... it wasn't supposed to end at all *sigh* ....

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