Picking up the pieces of broken glass
Like finding you in my memory lane
Remembering how bells rang before class
And laughter of former enemies and friends

Picking up the pieces of broken glass
And finding you amongst them
A foggy memory of you
Somehow became a part of my heaven and hell

And I saw you back then,
When I stood at your front door
And then I felt you again, though it seemed like we've never met before
And then I cried again with all the tears I had
And then I felt my anger rushing out from the inside of my head

But I told myself: "You are my everything, so I can take it"
But my mind was screaming: "We're nothing, but strangers!"

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