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We set aflame the memories of old.
Those images that are bitter and without a hint of sweet.
Those nights that left you in tears.
The tears that make your eyes shine today.
I still see the pain.
This pain has made you what you are.
At eight you wanted to die, standing on the balcony ready to fly.
Even then your love won out.
People needed you like I do now.

I'm so happy that this pain did not cripple you.
I truly feel that we are still here because somehow we knew the other was waiting.
So here we stand,
watching the embers of old burn anew,
and burn into nothingness.