"I miss the time,
when life had a rhyme,
Texting all day long,
and meeting at nine,
we'd those little fights,
which used to give us frights,
we'll never forget each other,
the promise we used to utter,
And now when I look back,
I am taken aback,
at those memories so sweet,
when we never knew a word like "defeat",
Life's not the same,
all I have left is a photo frame,
I crave of having you around me,
Nevertheless, of what has changed."
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