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My paths are your paths

The path ahead is coudy, but where i came is dark yet visable.
It holds broken thoughts and memories.
I find to move on its nearly imposable.
Remaining here my tears almost form seas.

I cry these tears for the one i've lost.
To get her back i would pay any cost.
My hands are wet with either blood or tears.
The path ahead holds my greates fears.
To move on or stay here.
You tell me.





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