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on Jun. 10, 2009 : bled

Driving over the river, looking back i find my self.
In deep thought i drive away from my home town. I can't help but to think of the what ifs.
Had i never met you.. what would life be like? Had i done one thing different... had i never moved.
I ponder about the many who changed my life for the the better. What do i owe them?
They made the deepest yet the most painful mark. Hard to let go... easy to recall. When can we fall?
Falling... and so i remember the many times you tasted sweet. The many times you felt rough and the ways that you bled.

behind :: ahead