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sometimes i see things,
things that aren't real.
like what we had,
which i suppose wasn't ideal.
memories hang like fog,
though you're still near.
like a figment of my imagination,
your existence was mere.
delusions
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sometimes i see things,
things that aren't real.
like what we had,
which i suppose wasn't ideal.
memories hang like fog,
though you're still near.
like a figment of my imagination,
your existence was mere.
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