In the blink of an eye, I watch as my
Like a record replaying in my mind,
the events of that
Her bright blue eyes
Meeting with mine.
Her bright blue eyes
Meeting with
He takes the blame
For his family's pain.
"It's not your fault
She can hear the ocean crashing from a crowded city
Sit back and watch this dream,
You call your life.
Quickly pass
Here I am confused. So unsure of where I stand.
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