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Dec 2012
There will never be another day like before
I will never rewind far enough
For you

What is life,
With no hope
With nothing to sustain us.
I do not even have the pleasure of burning
Instead
I'm awake enough to have noticed
That our dreams are evaporating
And as it fades,
We forget what once was.
Sorrow
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Sorrow
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