G-O-N-E

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Ghost of yesterday;
Offers a coffin full of regrets: of what if's and what should have been, if one dared to do what his/her heart wanted to but couldn't.
Not knowing the outcome left a pandoras box tightly closed; an insatiate curiosity.
Every second counts, 'time is gold': we cannot go back to those moments anymore; it was gone in just a blink of one's eyes.

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