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Jun 2013
I feel further away everyday,
but why does it still count?
From what I know and what I feel,
and what I think about.

What does it still count toward me?
What have I to gain?
But new faces with new places,
To hide away the pain.

The pain of new, the pain of old
Still withers down this hour.
for every moment and every second,
I am a DYING flower.
Written by
Niatigra
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