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||°•The Ones I Never Said Goodbye To•°||
Maybe in three years, my time will come,
To meet the ones I used to shun.
The faces I turned from, heart grown cold,
Now rest beneath the silent fold.
No words left now, no fights to mend,
Just quiet air where stories end.
And maybe then, beneath the sky,
I’ll meet the ghosts I let pass by.
-vyé