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There a part of me that is so hidden

i barely bring her out anymore.

Today i had a glimpse of you.

A face that hunts me im my walking hours

in my sleep. What happen to us?


I see her hand holding yours

so much trust implyed in a little gesture.

It should be us...

I continue on my path, i say goodbye to what could have been.


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