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Longing for those days, when a love song didn't bring a curl to my lips. Aching for those times when I believed in the fragrance of Spring, and    rebirth. Crying during those years when my existence wasn't spent     missing someone. Imagining breathing in air, when it wasn't polluted by the being of someone else. Wondering if there will ever be a time when I won't melt when I hear a certain timbre of voice. Speculating about if I'll ever be able to look into anybodies'    eyes        again.