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04/14/23 at 09:43PM
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Why do we exist,
where memories are of pain,
scarring our Soul,
we are unable to explain.
Why, is a person we love,
repeats over again,
a loss of memory,
nothing will remain.
There are no days,
of just hugs or sighs,
only the sad days
of the long goodbye.
