i knew things would become past,
past the point of no return.
i chose to let it carry on,
regrets fill me not,
bittersweet memories flow like a gushing river.
the times i'd smile just thinking of you,
is fair cruelty.
you seem to be standing right in front of me,
yet i don't know who you are.
i refuse to accept the fact that you are what you are.
i live in the past.
my memory stops there. at that moment.
since then, i know not who you are.
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