Story

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Our story is the memory that lingers,

        right in the tip of my fingers,

        Waiting the perfect moment to blurt,

        All just to say that I'm still hurt.

Our story is an almost sequel,

        Where all of my what-if's dwell,

        If you had chosen me instead of her,

        The ending would've been better.

Our story was never finished,

        Even after having it wished,

        Because it never even started,

        Our book was never even created.

-ox

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