Golden


When you're not around my days are silent,
There's not a sound.
I bury the hate underground with smiles and laughter,
in which we've found.
The purest of memories that are so bliss,
who would have thought it'll be like this
There's plenty of what I do miss,
but moments i couldn't resist.

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