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They said that we should forgive and forget

And to learn from every mistake that we get

What I’ve learned is that I already forgave her

But it’s the forgetting part that is quite a bother

No matter what I do, no matter what I say

Her image seems to pop out all throughout the day

At times it gets too painful that I have to cry

And there are moments that I just wish to die

How long will I have to wait just to forget you

Because as of now I’m still not over you

©danieldlsantos2012

 

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~ by lordouch on December 2, 2012.

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