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Losing him was blue like I'd never known.
Missing him was dark grey all alone.
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met.
Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes.
Tell myself its time now, gotta let go.
But moving on from him is impossible.
When I still see it all in my head.



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