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Roads

They cut down trees to build major cities, to pave new roads. What happens to the people? They cut down trees in our hearts, pave roads for themselves. They build cities with their names in lights. But what happens when they leave? The cities become abandoned, the lights begin to flicker. They've permanently built a city in your heart, making your blood pump thicker. People come and go, but the ones you truly remember, are those whose lights still flicker, even after they've been gone forever.
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Written by
marisa-hope
27 / F / American
Published
Aug 31, 2014
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15·86
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#love#blood#lights#cities#paths#flicker#roads#pave
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