Every Old Memory.

by Danielle   Aug 3, 2006


Just hearing your name.
Kills me inside.
You meant the world to me.
But you never saw it.
Saw what we could have had.

Hearing your name.
Breaks my heart.
Everytime someone says it.
I think about the old times.
Every little thing.

Hearing your name.
Kills me inside.
Breaks my heart.
Listening to our conversations play in my head.
Every old memory.

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