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Today is a winding road that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go
Today in the blink of an eye I'm holding on to something and I do not know why
I tried

 I tried to read between the lines
I tried to look in your eyes
I want a simple explanation
For what I'm feeling inside
I gotta find a way out
Maybe there's a way out

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you're unlike any other?
You'll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I don't wanna ever love another
You'll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain
And bring on the thunder

There you were. You looked very different but as if I could fail to recognize you. You had a different style now, a different colours- an entirely different appearance but you still had that conviction and the same confidence that you always exuded. Right from the start. It was a part of you that was unforgivable.
I stepped forward to say 'hi' or just something.
Flashbacks ran in my head.
I looked down at my scarred arms and tainted memories. All those reasons swept in and I turned around and walked away.
The past reminds us of who we used to be
The past tells us how far we have come
The past also tells us of what used to be
The past holds a familiarity
Familiarity makes things easier
But is easier what you need
Or is happy what you need
Or rather what you want
The lyrics used are from the song Thunder by Boys Like Girls.
Love Kearty

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