past days of memories

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I miss the way you would tell
Stories
Of those days of
Your life.
I miss the
Times we shared
I cared so much 
For you
That now we're apart
I feel my heart sinking
Deeper into sorrow
Like there's no tomorrow
And all we could ever have
Is far behind us...

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