When it was

I remember when the tears flowed,

and never froze from fear.

And when the sun shone, they purely glowed,

The water then was still clear.

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I remember when my heart broke,

and threw its fragments from the sky.

The shatters screamed till the dead awoke

and taught them how to fly.

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I remember when the fear was fine,

and fluttered deep inside.

It was faint enough to grace it mine,

it was delicate enough to abide.

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I remember when it still hurt,

and it was okay to sometimes cry.

But beneath the gloom of history's dirt,

the memories begin to slowly die.