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Oct 2011
Everyday more ashes,
As I am walking by,
A piece of me falling down,
Down, down hitting the ground.

Behind me, I leave a pile,
Your love following me around,
Why can't I get rid of what you've done,
Without losing every piece of myself?

I continue walking,
Leaving a trail,
The ashes of my memories,
Behind me, but always following.
Written by
Kayla
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