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The time has come, To face my past. The people I shared my life with, are no more than faces. Places that used to be my home, are now unknown to me. This life is a thing I don't recognize, Have they changed, or have I?

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the-profound-bond

American

For You?

Written by

the-profound-bond

American

Published: Aug 23, 2012
LinesWords: 846

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