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Did you know
that marks are still on my calendar?
Did you know
that now, it hurts to know you're so far?

Through miles, through kilometers,
every pillow I sleep on smells like agony.
Through miles, through kilometers,
every cup of choco tastes like tragedy.

Music screams at my ears,
and it reminds me of you.
You used to calm my fears
when my fear was losing you.

Loud sadness says it's either
songs sound quicker
or my downcast mind
just functions slower.

Past three,
past our neighbors' fireworks,
I think...
that was how our happiness works.

Songs I used to relate to
never spoke to me this way... never.
Did you know it's hard
to dream now that our game is over?

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