Looking through my memory box
Hunting for glimpses of you
Scanning hard disks for you face,
Trying to recall long burried files
searching crowds for pieces of you.

Just a fragment,
A lost pice,
A name,
A face,
I miss you.

Sitting here on my endless search.
For the past that i threw away.
A part of me is gone and never coming back.
But i can still hear you voice calling my name.
 
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