A picture of you,

And a  tear drop.

Dwelling in a past that is gone,

in these moments I like to be alone.

No signs of your existance,

Only some flashes of your presence.

Memories, they are so hard to erase

A cold winter night and I am on a chase,

for an attempt to hold on to the present,

but with an awful desire to live in the past.

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