Looking at a picture that was once colorful, now turns to grey. The faces that used to smile, turned away. the arms that held one another fell at each others side. The memories that held this photo togther dies. The feeling of this picture was a joy but now tears fill their eyes. Always everything that has a begining has an end. These moments people spend. The secrets that are in these people are deep. The secrets is what they strive to keep. Now as they sleep. I keep this photo and burn it into my head.The memories is this photo are now dead. The names of these people now decay. Like the momories in their minds blew away....

Young And Aspiring

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