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I can't seem to let go.

I hold so tightly

with memories in tow.

Maybe that's wrong of me

but I just don't know.

Those places with sunshine

and those slopes with the snow.

All of it a gold mine

standing alone in a meadow.

But what do I know?

I have flashbacks of smiles

and words that haunt me.

I've driven for miles

and no distance makes me free.

Because all those happy times

in so many places

and so few different faces

won't leave me be.

So I reach out for answers

and different endings

but all that I find is

your sadness tempting

what I know.

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