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Didn't i already delete these pictures?

why'd i get drunk and admit i miss her?

seems like forever since now and September,

August to December lasted years to remember,

the first time i saw you i immediately knew

if given the opportunity i'd be screwed,

the first time feelings between us were told,

will be a memory that never gets old,

funny how time seems so long yet it's a fact,

that in one second i can close my eyes and go back,

to the passenger seat the first time we kissed,

did my best to make sure not to miss,

steal me away then leave me waitin,

all alone at the run down train station,

promises must never be made or spoke,

then pinky twists would never get broke.