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Memories.

October28

Falling from the broken trees
Stuck in the land of memories.
Heart races as you cry.
“Save me lord I cannot die.”
Crimson falls like to rain.
You shake with fear, you shake with pain.
The ghost from your past begin to haunt.
Bringing back memories they begin to taunt.
The pain reminds you you are here.
The pain reminds you of the dear.

Falling from a broken tree.
Lost with your memory.
Frozen from the fear of all.
Everything that stands so tall
Crows screech, heaven’s cry.
Begging you not to die.
“Face your fear, face your past,
Or your heart may stop at last.”
Breathe in deep
Escape it all.

Falling from the broken land.
Soon he drowns at memory’s hand.

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