There are way too many days where I miss you.
Where those beautiful memories haunt me.
It doesn't matter where I am or what I do, somehow you're there, in my mind.
I wish you weren't.
But I can't help the beautiful memories.
We made them after all.
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Notes from the Mind
PoetryI often have many thoughts on my mind, so, here are most of them trickled down into perceivable words. And maybe you can find yourself in them too.
