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Bad memories
Chased down,
I'm frozen in the headlights of my past,
Eyes wide,
Life slipping through my fingers like soft, golden sand,
Just waiting to be saved from myself.
I'm frozen in the headlights of my past,
Eyes wide,
Life slipping through my fingers like soft, golden sand,
Just waiting to be saved from myself.
Published 28th Apr 2010
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29th Apr 2010 6:27am
Honestly, this a beautiful piece, made all the more sorrowful my its few lines.
Incredible
Incredible
