day after day
week after week
month after month
year after year
for a heart that trying to forget, there's no place seems too big
a bench on the corner
plush toy that left behind
a key chain
and many more
there's no separation without a scar
a bleeding heart needs time to heal
maybe a day, maybe it takes years to heal
but no one can heal without any scar
it likes a gate of memories
the hurtful one
the happy time that we've been through
and now...
it's been almost seven years
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