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Feb 2012
Funny thing how forgetful we are.
Mind drifts off and so does the consciousness.

The history of the world and the life age of a species can be lost at the blink of an eye.

Funny how emotions work just like memories.
With the blink of an eye, you'r there in my mind.

Haunting me like a lost soul. I can't escape.
Your essence around me, engulfing me, choking me.

She says "Its dead."
But as a matter of Fact,

In the end,
So is everything else.
Written by
Alex J
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