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The day I died Was full of unsent letters And unsaid goodbyes Full of longing, Tears in my eyes. He turned his back, Strong hands reached for the door **** Morning breeze blowing Ready to leave, Not even speaking. The day I died Was full of life long regrets And lasting moments. Years of waiting, Mournful laments. Never returned, Those strong hands now somewhere else. His heart now beating- Time may have passed, I’m still wanting. The day I died Was full of haunting nightmares, And barrel of tears. No dark shadow, My deepest fears. Just memories, Strong hands I will never touch. You’re always in here- Never forget, Will wait many years.
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 9:01 AM UTC
The Day I Died
The day I died Was full of unsent letters And unsaid goodbyes Full of longing, Tears in my eyes. He turned his back, Strong hands reached for the door **** Morning breeze blowing Ready to leave, Not even speaking. The day I died Was full of life long regrets And lasting moments. Years of waiting, Mournful laments. Never returned, Those strong hands now somewhere else. His heart now beating- Time may have passed, I’m still wanting. The day I died Was full of haunting nightmares, And barrel of tears. No dark shadow, My deepest fears. Just memories, Strong hands I will never touch. You’re always in here- Never forget, Will wait many years.
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vanadiumsykes
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 9:01 AM UTC
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