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Standing still looking at the window shills
Thinking about how all those moments and memories feels
The thought saddened me
At first it was a pang deep in my heart that eloped me
And slowly I dared to close my eyes
Went deep inside that embrace of our memories
The smiles and laughs felt so lively
The cries and wounds felt so deeply
Long stares
Envying cares

Yes it was 2 am and so I remember
It was your groaning on the other side
That made me laugh on my insides
Not even a day had gone without you on my side
Not even a moment spared without your olinging sight
You were my nature, my environment
Where your voice was my bird chirping enjoyment
Deep inside me
I felt that you were the paradise I'm looking for
You were the one I was thinking of cherishing myself upon
Had this cord attached to my heart
It was your name it was beating all about

It was then I was welcomed into the sweet embrace of the sleep
Cuddling me into it
Never had I knew that I'll losing my true self somewhere in this process
Because it was me pleasing the unleashed reality

Was it really you whom I first met
First felt?
Was it you who loved constantly nagging the shit outta me?
Is that you who made me your priority once
But now
...

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