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February 15, 2015

The beginning was full of warm colors.

Then came to an end.

My heart starts to break slowly, just as the leaves begin to fall.

Time starts ticking away.

My whole world becomes numb with dull colors.

This isn't exicting anymore.

This is my new beginning.

You remind Of what could've been Us.

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