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Lost Days
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Prosems Do you remember?
All of those times we shared.
In the sun, the snow, the rain.
Those times I held you when you cried.
Laughed when you acted silly, praised you when you did well, played with you whenever you felt like it, stayed by your side.
I was there for you every second of those days, your parents weren't.
Why must I be the one who's forgotten?
Why can't your parents disappear?
How come I'm the 'imaginary' friend?
The only one to be stuck with these forgotten, these beautiful, these lost days.
