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Alone again,
Into the mist you walk, Walk again, Again. When the thought was there, We tried to keep, We tried so hard to keep, That feeling. And again those words; "Nothing lasts, But nothing is lost" And yet... Why is it that you feel, You've lost? You're last? You belong now; To nothing, Of no one's grasp... No one's hold... Nor of feeling. So not free either, Instead, you lost the force, And the drive you once had. Now seemingly aimless once more. Nostalgia, And the wishful holes in life... Are the only things left. To only dream. To only dream.
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Such a bittersweet piece. Thank you for sharing it.
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