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August 8th, 2015
The edge of my unusual past, the place where I stood numb...
The cliff of frightening darkness that I needed to jump..
The evergreen hilltop down the town where I'd go to see,
This time I left my place with nothing, I had no memory...
Guessed every thing has changed for now, no sign of past...
Well here I'm standing again on that same hilltop, same sight...
Watching the beautiful Sunset, memories came gliding back so fast.