promise me.

Promise me to think of us as a time so beutiful.
Promise me to think of us still bright still colorfull.
Promise me to look back at us as a time in your life you injoyed.

Surounded by flames everywhere
What I used to be im not even there
The absence of you is killing me.


sometimes you need to let go of whats behind and move forward, to the next day and next.

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