(Reminiscence)

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Not in the stars

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How much time must past, before the past... can become the past? We can't walk this road without regret. Perhaps I'm just not strong enough to take steps without turning back.

Sometimes you don't want to leave it behind, no matter how painful.

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Months pass by quicker than the clouds drifting in the sky, and I've been burying myself in depths of this objective called life. The days revolve around working at a restaurant, a plastered smile to my face.

The clock ticking by as I count the seconds to freedom. Sports become the second half- so it becomes this endless cycle of work sports work sports (repeat)

There is no space for thoughts of you, or times with you.

I didn't (and still don't) have time for foolishness.

-is it true or are you're in denial? The uncertainty to the indecision. He said no and no and no (so what? Feelings are real, and I still remember)

I'm not that child I once was. (I'm better than that, now)

Today, walking along the transit station I thought I saw you. My friend beside me was chatting about the heaviness of the books we carried. The familiar colour of your shirt, or was it the narrowness of your face? Your hair a mess, and you were without those contact lenses you adored.

“Can that be...?”

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And I remember her words up to today.

(they weren't buried like I said they were)

“He didn't think you were a good friend.”

But I still remember the way you walk.

(no it wasn't you after all)

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