Its done falling,
Dried out..
drained.
never gonna be the same.
Opened doors,
are left just the way they are..
Memories, can never be erased,
packed up, carried around..
thoughts of you?
Never seems to leave the mind..
If I could I'd say to you..
Good luck..
Hope you find love.
Wish you well.
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