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Any more.


The song which used to be ours, Doesn’t prick my soul anymore, I don’t wince while hearing it, Nor skip it any more.

The memories will fade away too, Like the sand castle on the shore, I won’t remember the color of your eyes, Or read them any more.

The places will become less important, The bench we sat upon less devoured, I don’t know what else we did together, It doesn’t matter any more.

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