Sure I never say anything about it,
Not even a word to anyone
I know it's been years
But the pain never eased
The tears never dried
The wounds are still fresh
The memories a little too vivid
And nothing is the same…
Sure I never talk about it
Not even admit its existence
I know it's been decades
But it feels like yesterday
Coz I can still hear your words
Loud, painful and all too clear
And every time I die a little
Whenever I remember it all…
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