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I drove past the bridge I used to roam back in the day, I drove past the dark alleyway.

The memories I have in this place can't be replaced. The experience I had all to went to waste.

I hopped on the airplane to go back work, I stare at the wall that had an art work.

A girl alone in the middle of two paths,this painting got me thinking as I went home to take a bath.

I thought I couldn't have much lose, all my thoughts made me confused.

I don't feel anything but the warm water against my skin, I started to remember where it all begin.

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