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that path

i've walked alone a million times
had memories of people who've made me shine
bright like a star
memories of people who've stopped war
inside my head for a few moments
but never has my will bended
towards a specific way
that's fair to say
that no road
has ever been special to me, no broad
memories in any other road
not here, nor abroad
not that i've ever left my hometown
so i'm a hometown clown
and yet that path is so special
maybe because i've walked it a few times with someone dear
who taught me to have no fear
and to care 
with no limits
who's broken me to bits
and pieces and sewn them all together
yes my memories with her
my memories of those warm night
when there were only few people in sight
and as i reminish them
i realize that things have changed
not our love but our situation 
and that gives me tension
so that path is special to me
cause it makes me happy-sad
and that's what love is; happy-sad
so i guess i'm in love with path
and the person who made that 
path special 
#promise (she kinda underestimates how much i love her and that i will never love anyone else besides her in the way that i love that idiot. )
-yakaa: jujaa:

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