Try to erase the smell of freedom and every face that happened to meet mine. What still remains, something unrelenting i'll say the names of those I left behind. In the still of the night do you laugh, do you cry? Do you try not to remember? If it's a question of fate, do you love, do you hate? Do you try not to remember? I see your eyes in my own reflection, these broken skys begin begin to mend..
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