Why do moments have to turn into memories? Of you, that's all I have.
I wanted to keep the reality of you, of me, of us. The reality of how it used to be.
Time passes, there's so much we need to do and not enough... time.
I thought I could fix the broken soul but I couldn't because according to you, I'm consumed by other things that keep me away.
Think you're an option? As if that was a bad thing. Bad is not even be that. Bad is being just a shadow, and you're not... I am.
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