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Maybe we will run into each other on the street. I’ll look at you and see a stranger, a stranger that I used to love. My heart will ache and my soul will break. Time doesn’t heal, it only masks the pain. It’s easy to say you don’t love someone when they’re away. All the feelings come rushing back at that first glance. All the memories start flowing back. You can pretend and tell yourself you don’t love them, you don’t miss them. You buried those feelings deep down inside but they still exist.
