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I can feel those old feelings
creep silently through my spine
send my brain reeling
I tell myself I’m fine
but every picture is a memory
and pictures speak a thousand words
what would you say to me if you had the chance
would you be kind or would it hurt
one picture might be something
a thousands words might be another
but a thousand words
for thousands of pictures
each one a piece of you
leaves no room for silence
even when we were through















