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When I'm gone, when I'm gone. Your gonna miss me when I'm gone. Your gonna miss me by my hair, your gonna miss me everywhere. Oh, your gonna miss me when I'm gone.

A Thousand Years. Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave How can I love when I'm afraid to fall But watching you stand alone All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow One step closer I have died everyday waiting for you Darling don't be afraid I have loved you For a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more Time stands still Beauty in all she is I will be brave I will not let anything take away What's standing in front of me Every breath Every hour has come to this One step closer I have died everyday waiting for you Darling don't be afraid I have loved you For a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more One step closer One step closer I have died everyday waiting for you Darling don't be afraid I have loved you For a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more.

I Remember Christmas Day Around this time of year; December. I often miss the little girl who'd wake up at 5 in the morning. Quietly tip-toeing towards the living area. Trying to see if Santa has came yet. Checking the plate with half eaten cookies, and an empty glass of milk. A bright smile appears on her little face, checking the Christmas Tree, with tons and tons of different coloured boxes, with different shapes. Excitedly running towards her parents room, yelling at the top of her lungs, " It's Christmas! " , waking up everyone in the area she lived in. Racing with her siblings towards the living, whilst her parents are getting coffee, and taking photos. In her little imagination, Christmas lasted hours, so many hours. But these days, Christmas wasn't the same. There was so Santa. Barely a gifts. No tree. No red, or green lights. No cookies, and no milk. Just a sad, delicate, girl. A sad frown, so sad that when you look in her eyes. There's nothing but darkness, cruel, cold. You can see right through her, and then. . . She fell.

Mistakes; Regrets For every mistake you've made in her #life; She'd go up stairs, with razors in her pockets. Tallying up, drawing lines. Drips of red coming out. You'll see. You'll regret.