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Saturday, April 19, 2014 @ 4:10 AMEnd
It is those memories that are hard to say goodbye,
Those late night phone calls that are hard to miss,
It is those tears that's been wiped away by a hand that isn't yours,
The sounds of laughter that is together shared,
It is in the kisses of goodbye when the daylights is gone
Those warm hugs that made the day
And the comfort of the other hands that pulls you through.
It is within the silence that the heart yearns for
And those new found breaks in the cracks of the heart.
It is in those that end in the books of pain,
Starting a new page with pangs of heartache.
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