Hello

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I keep looking through old photographs, trying to recount the moments we took them in. Sheened by nostalgia they take on golden hues and sepia tones. I miss what happiness feels like. Time hasn’t smouldered the candle I still hold for you in my heart. In fact, it’s only stoked it to a blaze that no amount of alcohol can ever put out. My heart still bores the scares of your lost love. The pain is unbearable. If sorry was enough to get you back, I would say it a thousand times and more. Until I was blue in the face and my lungs had run out of air. But sorry isn’t enough. It never is. Sorry wasn’t enough to stop you walking out of the door, and taking the best part of me with you. Now my world is fading to grey and everything in it is turning into ash.

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