I no longer try to remember
The warmth of your smile
Or wake up from my sleep
Dreaming about you,
Calling your name out.
It's been a while since.

Some dreams remain unfulfilled,
Passion unignited.
I think I have learned to live
Without you, and us.
But what really is living,
When you die a little, everyday?

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