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november 2010... I can't believe this happens everytime,
the type of feeling that will stop at nothing.
It's like my body recycles pain, to reuse,
as my pride and joy just goes to waste,
trashed and burned into disolving ashes.
You can pretend to be smiling at me,
but I will always see the frown behind it.
Maybe it's time we move on into the cold,
I might be young right now but I'll grow old.
Everything changes form, changes meaning,
but you'll never forget why you started at all.
There was love, there was energy inside us,
perhaps it's moved on to the next person,
just like we must move on to the next world,
and give it a reason to exist and be happy.
Hope is a beautiful thing, if only it lasted forever.
