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Festering wounds
like scabs
not quite healed over.
The silence of life,
of your life,
ended with a bang.
Hold tight to your dreams,
they tell me.
How can I,
when its six feet under?
Cold dirt covered by
eerie green grass
is all that remains.
Scattered on the wind,
the ashes of hope.
What I once held so dear.
The time to let go has come,
I was told.
What for?
6 years have come and gone.
Almost.
I will never forget,
my dearest,
and I will never let go.
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