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I'm going to remember us. As we were not as we are. Bottle up those feelings, pictures, and smiles...pack them away for another day. I don't want to forget who we were together, what we had; but, I do however, want to forget how you walked away when things got rocky, and how you made me feel. I believed your lies and talks of forever. I believed your eyes when they stared into mine. I believed in you; even as you said goodbye.