Blurry visions of you is all I see.
New memories WILL stay if old memories flee.
The thoughts of what we use to be will NEVER go
The moment I FORGET , you'll become a foe.
WHO am I to let go of all the golden memories
YOU could have been my priority for many centuries.
If jukeboxes WERE time machines I'd have so many quarters.
BEFORE I lose these memories of you, may my brain recalibrate
And on good times with YOU will I concentrate.
I will cherish that moment we BECAME acquainted.
But WHO you are now is fairly complicated.
A part of me believes YOU are still in there.
But the voices in my head ARE dropping hints of despair.
Through it all, I hope you find the message I'm trying to communicate.
For I would hate for it to be too late.
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