My Past
When I look back,
And see my past
All I see is use-to-be's
All I see is could-have-been's
I could have saved you
Saved you from death
Yet I didn't do anything
I just watched it take you
I could have saved you
You sacrificed your life for me
But I could have saved you
Now as I stand over your grave
I look at my past
And see all our used-to-be's
And all our could-have-been's
Feathertail, why did you go?
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Well, there you go, another poem by Storm.
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