Somehow I end up in familiar places,
Places we've been to,
TOGETHER.
But none had familiar faces,
None were as great.
But its not wrong,
Neither is it impossible,
To relive that special moment.
But faith,
Its running out.
Slowly and slowly each day.
And you,
You're running away.
Further and further each day.
Now tell me,
What's left?
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