The endless trail of salty memories,

The endless hating of me,

and all I wanted to be.

A trail leads to the doorstep of what was lost,

and the endless haunting thoughts,

the tune of the song,

that played like a death march,

on and on and on.

The secrets that once were,

gather like dust in the corner,

clumped together and lonely,

to the one that used to dream.

It's all clear in the blurry mess of life,

the way it hits you,

when all hope is lost.

The endless trail of tears,

the endless calls of the thoughts,

I just wish,

I could stop the rain.

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