Slivers of memories splintered in my mind
I try to pull them out from time to time
A never ending rain cascading from the sky
The wail of two lovers when one is bout to die
The hollowed glare of a soul that lost its meaning
The certain people you can only see by dreaming
Grasping at a silk veil that only ghosts can touch
If the rush of life is temporary why does it hurt this much
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