The photo on your wall
Is a record of the past
Things you had forgotten
Things that couldn't last
Now that things are different,
A moment on your own brings back memories,
And the thought will make you crave for old friends,
Some of them you see sometimes,
Some of them are dead.
Don't forget the bad times,
You swore not to forget,
The anger, mental violence,
The worries and the threats.
Sometimes it's nice to see people
Who used to be really close to you,
But now you've escaped from your dependence,
Don't get another dose.
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