That smell, that familiar fresh smell, reminds me of you. The way your smell made an aura around me. The smell, in which all the other smells would dissolve. The smell, that was once my favourite, which gave me the evidence of your presence. The same smell, when passed by, reminded me of your absence, giving me the realisation that a smell can be so much more painful than that I could've ever imagined.
All will agree that love is pure, For many wounds, it is the cure. Not all experience the love they want, Sometimes its the feeling that haunts. First love breaks your heart And it can't be forgotten But you need to throw a Tomato That is so old and rotten. Moving on is not easy, trust me I know But ending your life? Hold on, No! Love is everywhere, you just need to discover it It's within you and you don't need to cover it! ❤️
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