'I liked it better when we were wasted.'
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You don't laugh as much,
That meaningful look you're giving is too heavy,
The bliss is gone from our touch,
And the attachment is surely deadly.
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Time continues to tick away,
Memories come and pound at the door,
Problems are hard to keep at bay,
And the eyes just seem to pour.
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Forced to think, torture starts anew,
Too much detail that I'm not used to,
Past and lives have only left a hue,
I'll turn around and stick to what I knew.
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