My thoughts are like rocks
they remain...
no matter how much time passes,
They will only disappear
when broken
and then
still
it turns into sand
So now my thoughts are like a desert
of the million rocks I have broken
and full of rocks I still wish to shatter
But the sand remains
so I'll never forget
The bad memories
because good memories,
are flowers,
which die and rot away
cry sigh
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My Darkside