Vain thoughts, vain words, vain glances.

False hopes born inside you.

They made you think of yesterday with me again.

So much different everything was.

I felt it. You wanted me back.

I was a part of you myself.

Until, I felt you were turning into prison.

Impossible, for us, to be again as one.

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