The memories, does it mean anything to you?
The silence we shared, the stupid look on my face,
Like a drunkard who had more than he could swallow
The butterflies in my stomach, or is it a stew you made for me a long time ago?
I'm sorry, I'm asking too much, am I?
I'm done
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