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Smutno mi, smutno mi, Boże
Smutno mi, smutno mi, Boże
Time flies, I’m almost 25 now, it’s been 8 years. So much happen, so much I wish you’d seen, so much I wish to tell you. Why you forget so much but remember all of time at the same time. Some days I wish I could wipe it form my memory, some days I wish I remembered everything, every day, every second.
Most days I don’t remember anymore. Most days I go and live my life without as much as thought about it all, about you. But some days is the simplest of things that will make me remember, that will make sad all over. And when I finally remember I feel so bad, cause how I could forget?
This year I forgotten it was the day you died until it was late at night. I was in a bad mood most of the day but I could not put my finger on to why. And then it hit me and I felt soooo bad, because how could I do that. How could I forget the day my life changed forever.
It’s November, my birthday is around the corner, it will be Christmas soon. Another one spend without you.
It’s so easy and so hard at the same time. To just live my life and move on. I will never be able to explain how it feels
I should've asked you questionsI should've asked you how to beAsked you to write it down for meShould've kept every grocery store receipt'Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me
And if I didn't know betterI'd think you were singing to me nowIf I didn't know betterI'd think you were still aroundI know better
Love always,
Margaret
