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It's been a long time since I posted here.

 

Memories...

 

A memory

Tells me of my past

Of silly little things

Of that which didn't last

I break free

The mirror lies again

The broken doorbell rings

But I won't let you in

 

So tell me,

When did your heart become stone?

And tell me,

Is it better to die young, or alone?

 

The memories

They all went by so fast

Mixed up in silly things

Now so much time has passed

You broke me

I lose myself again

The song the bluebird sings

Brings out the child within

 

So tell me,

When did your heart become stone?

And tell me,

Is it better to die young, or alone?

Posted (edited)

Hmm... I originally thought it would be just a poem which it is but then from the first sentence I thought it would be of your memories of EP. I like it.

Edited by Ima Monster...

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