junio 13, 2011
You left with no goodbye, not a single word was said,
I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness.
But don't you remember? Please remember me once more
When was the last time you thought of me?
Or have you completely erased me from your memory?
I often think about where I went wrong, the more I do, the less I know.
When will I see you again?
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