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The love we shared was shattered in pieces When I placed your photos in my book's creases I was torn apart when it all ended Badly crmupled and emty-handed   I knew it was the last goodbye
  I am haunted. 
Your scent reminds me of blossoms Your smile is the light of my mood Possibly seeing myself in your eyes That swift touch like heavens bliss   Treasuring those senses For those smell, sight, and touch
I've tried to focus on the true purpose of my life Yet I'm constantly entangled with the fact that I'm not good enough Recurring emotions of what could've been, but I knew it couldn't happen.
Teach us to think. Not on what to think, but on how. Test us not on the knowledge, but on the application. Teaching us to memorize facts and numbers
Remember not to party, And never come home too late; I know this seems kinda corny, But i don't mean to hate   Remember to always study, But not the night before a test;
My great grandmother could not read and her daughter could not write. My mother passed me the pen and told me to fly. When I write, I unlock the diaries belonging to the hearts of all my mothers.
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