Staring at a picture; it drives you insane
Thrown in a fire, and it still remains
No matter how many flames it’s wrapped in,
You’ll still know that day happened
As time rolls in a pace,
The ashes will pop back in your face
The memory will come,
of what you tried to throw away
Even in ashes, you’ll still remember
Your image will never burn in this ember
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