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Amnesia.

I remember the day you told me you were leaving.
I remember the makeup running down my face,
and the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them,
like every single wish we ever made.
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia,
and forget about the stupid little things,
like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you,
and the memories I never can escape.
‘Cause I’m not fine at all.

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