But can still see memories falling apart
Memories that should have been forgotten
Still remain,
Memories of the overpowering warmth
Warmth that kept everything together
And now, only exists when we are secluded
The closeness has reduced
And now the memories are like
a dried pork sausage, Clearly
I am growing apprehensive
But the little "hope" inside me still remains
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