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Dear Friend,
Where are you now?
I guess I’ll never know
But a part of you will stay with me
For all the time to come.
Why is it that we act this way?
Things never stay the same
In the end all you have is memories
Of a person that has changed.
Like a vicious cycle
A haunted carousel.
This wheel keeps spinning round and round—
You’re falling into hell.
And me? I’m great
In fact, I’m never better;
I’ll keep this mask stuck to my face.
I hope you get this letter.
But every day
like a late autumnal wind
I feel your icy touch
Lashing at my reddened cheeks.
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