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You still cross my mind from time to time.

And I mostly smile. 

Still so set on finding out where we went wrong and why

So I retrace our every step with an unsure pen, 

trying to figure out what my head thinks, but

my head just ain’t what it used to be. 

And then again, what’s the point anyway? 

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