29 April 2021
You bring me back to my younger days. I did not expect this. What am I going to say? Like an old photograph, dusty and forgotten, you give me back my life. You make me miss the things I used to mess. What am I to you does not matter, I guess.
You remind me of how miserable my mind was. I need to cope. I need to relax. I need to halt. Like a speeding bullet, savagely fierce and wild, I stopped. You make me look back and reminisce my youth. What am I to you does not matter to us both.
You came into my life and it was a surprise. If only I could ask, “Are you an angel in human disguise?” Like an old story in an unopened book, no one ever knew the secrets of my existence. What am I to you are words to be written in sentences.
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