The Talking Photograph
Your placed there
starring upon me
never letting go
and try allowing me to be
A person who
Is unchained from you
Free as a bird
And no longer seeming so blue
Try and let me go
To face Reality
That I am no longer here
Im gone completely
Drop this square
And brake its glass
let me fly free and have you
stop living in the past
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