august 15th, 2004 / 6:54 p.m.

sky falling down over me. fragments of a famous sklyine fracturing the thoughts of a nation of individuals. lost in the wreckage is the nostalgia of survivors and victims alike. every scrap is another heart felt loss. every scrap is another forgotten soul.

and ashes of this fallen skyine..ashes of memories forgotten. burned pohotgraphs, burned letters. things we tried so hard to never forget. things we tried so hard to remember. a piece of paper saying this is my last goodbye to you, but you won't read this, because i'm already gone

the silence screams their farwells.

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