Not Deja Vu.
It's a simple memory,
Almost a flashback.
I don't know if they are good,
Or bad.
Every time I remember...
Every time I think:
"The last time I was here..."
I remember.
I reminisce.
On everything I did,
You did,
They did.
On everything I believed,
You believed,
The lies.
On all the fun,
the tears,
the hate,
the doubt.
I don't know what to remember.
I wonder.
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