The three words, we could not say
It was our first date, right by the Ferris wheel
We went there to talk, laugh and chill
Too much memories in one picture
When I felt bad, he was the cure
Our inside jokes and code names,
Our food trips and silly games
Too much memories in one song
We used to talk an hour long
He'd play his guitar, I'd sing
And the feeling was amazing
But these memories slow down the healing
My mind has to reformat, I shall start clearing
Thanks for these memories
It's time to burn these diaries
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