I hate Photos [(Working title) also idk cuz i'm sleepy]

I hate pictures

Those of the past

Happy times, sad times

I knew wouldn't last

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They are glimpses of

What we want to return to

And when we are desperate

Pictures are what we turn to

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Grasping for a memory

That we want to remember

Pictures of a warm summer

Or a cold December

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Pictures of who we are

Pictures of you and me

Pictures of what we want

And of who we used to be

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It's not pictures i hate

But the memories they bring

And when i see your photos

My eyes tear up, they sting

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I hate remembering

Recalling what I had

It's not photos i hate

But yeah, they make me sad

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edit: Typo in the second stanza