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The Past by: Xanthe Paige

The past can't be brought back

It can be but It will lack

Lack of memories that once buried

That cannot be repeated.

Long laughs, holding hands

Laughing with one's before

Now all gone, changed

Why can't it be all replayed?

Looking at new stories in front

Those eyes of yours like you care less

Same people same scenario

Wish I can be a part of it again.

I miss you, you say.

Yet stupid to believe.

I say the present is different

If you compared it with our past.

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All my feelings in this day are in that poem. I wrote that because of my friend being a drama queen about our friendship with our other friends. Maybe you won't get it so that's great. I want to write a book with that name. Xanthe Paige. What a great name. I'll name my future daughter that. It's Derived from Greek ξανθος (xanthos)meaning "yellow" or "fair hair". This was the name of a few minor figures in Greek mythology. Cool right? Now I'm reading Looking for Alaska with a fantastic background music which is Run by Daughter. The after part was sad. I didn't expect Alaska to die. I don't want her to. Well let's see what happens.