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[title] => The letter in the back of my drawer
[time] => 2004-03-09 09:43:10
[hometext] => a great friend, and love that has long since passed, lost in all of the concepts, but it was a price I was willing for her happiness
[bodytext] => There is a photo frame It still holds your face You have changed since then That day we spent on the beach You changed to survive I guess we both have We brought each other out of the shadows Out of our shadows into the light Where I let you fly I pushed you so you could be stronger Learn not to rely on me As I relied on you So you could find happiness Your words They echo in my mind And can still make me smile As well that cheeky smile The one that melted my heart Now there is coldness A coldness that you had once warmed It took your absence to feel But it would not have changed my mind For I see your smiles now See them from afar Now they are of a different kind They have broken the chains that bound you They don't just sit on your face They illuminate your soul And it has been such a long time A long time since I have seen you Since I have laughed the way you could make me laugh Feel the way you made me feel But that time has passed And that though chills me Makes me shudder inside We had been friends for so long An eternity it felt There when we needed each other I know I could never make you as happy I guess I just miss my friend [comments] => 1 [counter] => 349 [topic] => 44 [informant] => Jester [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )
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