Memories
Memories of the old days which I thought had long gone has found me
And picking on me,
It's hurting and smiling,
It's a wonderful bitter memory,
For all reasons I wanted you gone but none was true,
For all hopes I wanted to take a glimpse at the past but it faded
I thought it faded,
Here's the memory
The long gone me,
The one who cared extremely,
The one who will stop at nothing just to make others happy,
The one who lived a life full of guilt, ,
That was me,
My memories, my history
Which couldn't be judged by me myself ,
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