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Whispers in the wind,
calling my name.
How was I to know
it'd never be the same.
One foot in front of the other,
starting over once more.
This hurt, I should already know,
I should remember from before.
But every fall is different
just like every snowflake-
so unique in size and shape,
melting and giving you a heartache.
by
WhyIsSheWithHimposted on 02/22/2007
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