These pictures tell stories
Of the places I never came to
Of the firsts and the lasts I missed
Of sleepless nights and hopeful mornings
These pictures, I want to forget,
Want to remember,
Want to burn, want to frame
These pictures,
Hold me together, tear me apart
These pictures I now toss into the fire
Watching them crumple up, turn to ash
Blown away by the wind
These pictures still vivid in my head.
These pictures, won’t ever die
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