Past Times

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how could we burn the past,

we had no choice and we ran,

through the mountains with no cliffs

through the jungles with nothing dark in the woods,


 what we found on our way,

memories of past that we lost,

this journey has found its end

now it has become a terrific way to suffer together.

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  1. A Friend of a FriendJune 8, 2019 at 10:37 AM

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  2. A Friend of a FriendJune 8, 2019 at 10:39 AM

    Burning the past to make a new future why not change the thing making you want to destory your world. That one think maybe it's love or hate but you know its time to leave it behind ♥

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