Flares never lit the sky, voices always drown.
Messages just never seems to communicate.
Eyes are blind, ears are deaf.
Someone that was never there.
Racking through the library, flipping though pages of our memories.
All was a void in my mind.
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Tear of the page and start over.
I was never good at writing stories.
Tearing off the pages was never easy.
But, I will keep doing it till it gets right.
Torn pages are not thrown away.
They are just kept somewhere I hope noone knows.
I am going to tear another page off and say goodbye.
But, this time it is different.
Stories are always told, but this time I never did.
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