The sentimental one.

How I miss but not to be miss.

How I dream but they are just silhouettes.

How I could be the sentimental one but to be forgotten.

How I am the reluctant one but things always change.

How I could be forgetful but wanted to reminisce.

How I want to grasp on but time does not permits.

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