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almost remember

i was just killing time at the street
looking at girls, talking to kids
when i saw her walk by me
i know we'd been close but who was she?
i couldn't remember
but her curls
felt nostalgic
like some magic
had been created to make me forget
her and our moments together, enough said
about me, lets go back to her
its like i could almost remember
those times that we'd been close
hell i even remember her words
"i will be your pinch_of_hope
i will be there to lift you up when you wanna han from a rope
i will never be out of your sight
i will be there for you, from your the brightest day to your blackest night
she said those things but that's all
i have in my mind, shit i can't even call her
cause i don't even remember her number
well i do but the one i have is out of order
it was just a glimpse of her
that made me almost remember
the past that i had forgotten
#pinch_of_hope
-yakaa: jujaa:
(sight at mangalbazar. i saw a random person who kinda reminder of something. that height, those short hair. yes i almost remembered her. the pinch of hope.)

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