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do you ever feel like you have drifted or lost a friendship that ment the word to you that you begin to think about the past more and more just to try to remember the good times in hopes that one day it will be like that again. its like you dwell on the past so much that nothing in the present matters unless its identical to the past (which it never is). memories just begin to eat you up and thats all you live for, not the future but the hopes that the past will come back tomorrow. can the past even come back? you know what im talking about? "its better to have lost love then paint a smile and pretend"---- "And my worst pains are words I cannot say, still I will always fight on for you"