youd be surprised at the things i remember-

the feel of hands seems to linger in my brain-

the smell of wet grass and the appearance of stains

don't let me forget those nights we spent.

i couldn't stop remembering even if i tried-

those moment you were here have scarred me for life-

internal bleeding, broken heart,and bruised eyes

that saw more for you than you saw for yourself-

demolitioned pride because i believed 


The End

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