Old lovers crawling out of the wasteland that is my memory.
They have no right occupying space in my head anymore.
Exile is best suited for them.
And yet, I feel a subtle twinge of sadness.
Feelings never really faded, only put in stasis.
Old lovers crawling out of the wasteland that is my memory.
They have no right occupying space in my head anymore.
Exile is best suited for them.
And yet, I feel a subtle twinge of sadness.
Feelings never really faded, only put in stasis.
Trapped In The Margins 
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