My heart drops to my feet
a speeding bullet who changed her mind half way through
no more fire left in these veins, I don't
want be the reason for your wounds anymore.
So won't you stop being mine?

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This heart aches
Something fierce for a times when you actually wanted
to hold my hand/

And I've figured it out:
Nostalgia is the difference between missing someone
and missing someone.