HER
Look, how dark it has become, Yet once again, her memory arrives. That habit of her, always smiling... Without even realizing it, I've lost my way. I think I’ve grown attached to her, Addicted before I even knew it. While listening to her stories, I find myself getting lost in her eyes. I don’t know what has happened, Something has stirred inside this heart. I don’t know how I should find out, Or how to understand things within my heart.
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