Love takes you into a place, desolate, dreamlike, make you feel like you're in another place. It's empty when all you can see is that person. But when you've lost your love, your memories will reappear. But they burn later on. The world without that person is colorless. You keep moving cause the memories don't stop either. You keep remembering but at the end you run out of things to remember and can only see that last moment where your love dies.
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| Who would know that such perfect man could exist? |
"I hate this love song, I’ll never sing it again so I can stop thinking of you, so I can finally forget you."
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