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I Forgot
I Forgot
I forgot how much I loved to write
I forgot how much I love me
I forgot how much it hurt to be alone
Yet, to know that you are free
I forgot how much I love to sing
To feel the warm sun on my skin
I forgot to be me
I forgot how to smile
But today that all changed
Today I remembered...
I remembered it no longer us
It's no longer you and me
Now its me!
...Monday 27th January 2020 9:58 pm
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