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Forgetting what has past

After all it did not last

Why keep pictures just to torture myself

Living in the memory of I'm gonna need some help

Why do I always want to hold on when I should let go

As much as I have experienced this you think I would know

I'm addicted to the feeling to the sudden rush of satisfaction 

Flowing through out my body

But then I remember somebody

It's you

Your the one

You son of a gun

Why do I find myself in constant thought of you

I wonder where you are who is doing you

These thoughts are no longer mine to contain

After all these things it's all that remains