My mind still holds on to some shred of how it used to be. When all else is quiet memories of that night rush back to me. My happiest moment lies with such a simple act. I still keep my eyes open.
fine. fine. did you write this yourself? or did you quote your most favorite poet, robert frost? sheesh! p.s. if you did write it all by your lonesome, nice. you have talent mr. burke. i do say.
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