Gone With The Wind

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Will I ever be who I am in my dreams-

Or will I simply disappear like ice entering a fresh summer breeze?

So if I go in my sleep-

just know you met the world to me.

I beg of you don't forget the memory yours truly leaves behind-

For it is all I hold.

- Savanna Hendrich

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