Once they're gone, memories miss them at times when thoughts linger on their absence... Seems the good ones are trapped in the head to remember where we've been as it's not a bad thing to study back in time without defense... It's not jus luv'rs that's came n went that couldn't see fit to find in us what makes them tick... It's the luv'd ones that cling to the most tender moments replaying on the reels spinning through the mind as if they still live... As relation were cut short forcing us to adjust as if it gets any easier without them here instilling happiness to the feel of our ribs... Faces change n those who aren't with us here in living tension a part of us as we find a tear for them on occasions... N others dance by themselves in their path walk in a different direction... All in which played they're part n touched is in some shape or form... It's one of the things that makes us all the same for we all feel them as close to our hearts as the beat find rhythm known as it's own norm... Just live know someone I'd thinking of u in the same sense... Making a difference the same way others have purposely or unselfishly made situations tense... Luv does exist even though we are somewhere on our own tryin to get in that pain to give... To one day be heard as we to are gone sounding so beautiful released from an others lips...
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