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I remember when I used to sit by my window...



Everything around me faded and become so slow.



My life was left to burn, blending fire along the pages;



As the ashes of my life still continued to remain.



I used to remember sitting by my window...



Wishing upon a broken star, drowning in my sorrow.



My mind ceased to stop drifting, I hated feeling this way;



As the winds of time seem to constantly change.



I remember when I used to collapse onto the floor...



Everything crashed down as soon as you bashed upon that door.



My life was left to burn, blending fire along the pages;



As the ashes of my life still continued to remain.



Haunting me, taunting me; but they'll never get through to me.



I used to remember sitting by my window;



Wishing upon a broken star, drowning in my sorrow.



This was my only secretive wish, my own silent wish;



To fade completely and unnoticeably away from this exsistance.