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A little memory of this
a little memory of the kiss
a little memory of that diss
and a little memory of that silent kiss that she used to hiss on my ears
 yea this heart still cares
for her and stares
into the lair
of memories
 she planted the trees
 she planted the seeds
 that would leech off my delinquency so I owe her that
 and even though our relation was short last
 it made me grow
 and made me able to stand toe to toe
with fate
she made
 me a better person so I owe her something
#promise
 (even after almost four months of break up with her… she still haunts me. yea we broke up but I guess it was a good thing for both of us. Her memory still haunts me but I’ve learned to live with it just like I’ve learned to live with the memories of #pandu or with the  what little memory I have of #pinch_of _hop and I’ve grown a lot sine then. I’ve learned a lot since then. So I guess I owe her for turning me into what a rubiks cube I’ve become. Hehe)
-yakaa: jujaa

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