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Nostalgia

People are passing by, their faces turn into undefined masses
Laughter and chatter turn into white noise
My heart is beating slowly, beat by beat
endlessly yearning for its missing pieces to return

Here and there and everywhere
pieces of my heart are all over the world
in places, in thoughts, with friends, with people
I loved them once, but the love has faded away

The pieces remain with you, with him, with her
and my heart hopes that it wont be forgotten
or that its beats will turn into white noise
I hope that I have left some memories with you

You have taught me lessons of love and pain
You have taught me how to lose and how to gain
You have taught me how to be me
In this undefined mass of people just trying to be special

For you, for him, for her

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