As days wasted away, my fingers adorned with paper cuts from flipping the pages of a book that only tells our stories. My heart's crying in a starless night thinking about what you and I used to be. For you were all the beautiful things in one place – a place that I kept going back to, yet a place that I could never stay anymore.
The night goes on as I'm fading away. I missed us. There shouldn't be a 'good' in a goodbye.
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