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Just A Memory Cut from circulation, like I’m lost in my very own mind.
Feels like a part of me is missing, something that always shined.
A part that kept me happy, a part that kept me safe inside.
Almost like another person, someone that never lied.
A person, who was always by me, treated me as one and the same.
Someone I could always trust, believe to always remain.
Along the lines of happiness, upon the fields of evergreen grass;
you tore apart from me, breaking me into shattered glass.
No one left to fix the pieces, no one left to fill the empty space.
For I lost my best friend because she put on a different face.
A part of my life has been shattered and might never be repaired.
I lost the best part of me, a friend that was always there.
