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Monday, 1 December 2008

If Only

How nice would it be.
If we could go back to the people we loved.

And pretend, that nothing happenned.
We could have a fresh start.
We could go for walks, on the beach
In the park
On the street.
We could get a bite,
Something to eat,
Something to drink,
This may seem superficial,
You might think.

Of course, that is impossible
You can not think.
And never will.

If only I could turn back time,
If only
If only
If only I could turn back those hands
if only
if only
But the truth of the matter shall never be forgot:
You are dead.
I am not.

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