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May 2017 · 264
gone.
Storm strucking
and you are gone
You left all butterflies inside
Dying
Wondering
Why?
And slowly
Coldness comes
Darkness covering
I'm walking down the path
Healing myself
A bit struggling
Trembling
Yet fireflies still sparkling
Telling white lies
That you are staying
Pain disappearing
But it still hurts
Why?
It was a lie.
You are still gone.

— The End —