
I don't cry over you anymore. Yet you're always there in the back of my mind. Along with my thought of homework and the weekend, there is you. I remember making out in the field. I remember hiding in an abandoned house from the rain. I remember you, I remember how you used to make me feel. How I never wanted to leave you.
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