its come to my mind
I never asked it
crying
crying
crying because I miss
I not asked it
never asked
but they come suddenly
sometimes.
memories.
I miss them.
they gone sometimes
if come, it were too hurt
nobody know it
how it feels
alone
missing
unimportant
everything
only me know it
I miss to laugh
I miss my old me
I miss them
I miss the memories
not them
actually
-zay-
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