She wonders.. what the tears are for...when one dies..
Maybe the tears are not for the memories that will not be built...
but for the memories that will fade away....
For the days when she will look back...and see a haze.. a fog...
unrecognizable.. unfamiliar...warm...hollow...real...
You cry for what you will one day forget....
.
Maybe the tears are not for the memories that will not be built...
but for the memories that will fade away....
For the days when she will look back...and see a haze.. a fog...
unrecognizable.. unfamiliar...warm...hollow...real...
You cry for what you will one day forget....
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