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gone with the wind
in my mind
i dwell on the past lives of dead friends
that are still with me
their hearts beat under my skin
at night i pray to them
wishing they were still here
crying myself to sleep
eyes flooded with tears
faded pictures i stare
and find myself reliving the past
flashbacks
i wish the hands of time could be turned back
the hardest thing
is saying goodbye to lost loves and best friends
that once touched us
that's why i spill my heart through this pen