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Writing has always been an escape for me. Sometimes you just need an outlet.. I hope to rekindle mine.
I bet you didn't know it,
But I can still feel...
The sunshine falling on your face,
Reminds me of old times...
A voice soft and quiet,
It trembles and cracks...
Though I may be busy now,
And spreading my own wings...
I don't know what you've done to me,
And I don't understand...
Each time I figure I've hit rock bottom I shortly after find I'm mistaken.
And it's finally coming back to me.. The need to feel the pain.
Even though times have changed, and I've moved on.. I still find myself thinking of you from time to time.