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It was 1999

Posted by Joyce 11.12.2006 at 4:32 PM

We were careless, we were small
We thought it was love for nothing at all.

You had forgotten how we were

You loved another and laughed at me.

I had thrown your silver bracelet,
Erased the tatoo of your name
Had watched you ruined

And never cared.

We have forgotten
When was the last time we held

It was 1999.

Running for seven years
Worlds are beginning to collide
But to quickly fall apart.

We were careless, we are strangers.
We had forgotten what was left
For 1999.

 

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