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after all that i've been through, i am beginning to think that nothing makes sense anymore. i don't know what in the world is the right thing to do, so i'm stuck here in a place i don't want to be. i want to get out. i want to drive away. far. far from all the past. far from all the noises. far from all the people. far from everything that we are. i just want to be happy again. I'd do anything.
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you can change your name. you can burn the photos. you can cut your hair. you can leave the town.
you can run away from all your past, but how do you run away from yourself?
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it was late night, but we were wide awake. you asked me for a cigarette and begged me to stay. the scent that you wore sent crazy thoughts to my brain. oh and your smile, it drove me insane. afterwards, we got lost in a dream, but woke up to find some space in between.
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the beautiful thing about memories is that they are yours; whether they are good, bad, or indifferent. they belong to you, and no matter where life takes you, your memories tie you to where you've been, and to where you are now.
that evening, we met up for coffee and cigarettes. we talked about how life used to be. when i was still a boy. and you were still a girl. 
i miss warm summer nights, to lie on a hammock, staring at the stars, telling you stories. i want to dip my toes in the water, to dangle my feet off the edge of the dock and sit leaning forward, looking at you, laughing. i miss how your long hair falls on your shoulders. i miss how you dance to the sunset at the beach. i miss making you tea in the morning. i miss singing to your favourite tunes.
because for me, it’s always been you; always. i’ve tried to fight it and i’ve tried to deny it but i can’t. you’re undeniable.
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