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Touch of heart

Sometimes it's hard to let go. Some memories don't fade. Some touches are never forgotten. Some eye shines are never faded. Some song lyrics still make you want them. Some dates still make you cry, while some make you smile. Some nights you stare the sky, while on others you lock yourself in your room away from the light. Some days you need a special hug from them and some days you wanna shoot them with a gun. Some corners take you to the time spent there while other's make you cry. Some gift were so precious while other's were just "gifts". Some nights you just wanna cuddle and sleep, while on some you sleepless. Some words make you your day while other words are not that worth. There are so many "some" that make you miss one person. Some people, places, time, dates and things can never be replaced you just get too okay with the fact that they ain't in your life. That person is just someone who teaches you important lesson that you need to remember next time.

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