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So again, it begins
The ol’ summer winds
Drops falling in slow motion from the sky
Never refreshing, & not known why
Emotions fall silently to the ground
Whispering yesterdays, make almost no sound
I better go inside, away from this all
Mental storms make these blurry memories continue to fall
Could of been, would of been, should of been, all now in the past
It’s the same as always, what couldn’t last
Such bitter moments unclear
Just left, filled with fear
Gone a second too soon
Walls talk quietly, once I’m back in my room