Bridges
I burned the bridges
to the past
and bathed in it's ashes
to never be afraid
of it
but the smell never goes,
the road is still there
and i still believe it's ghost
will haunt me,
for times to come
and there is nothing we can do,
nothing at all.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 2:47 PM UTC
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