Poetry For Everyday People
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It's when you're sitting
with them and they're telling
you how much they love you,
how much they understand you,
how much they agree with you,
how magic must have found you,
time is funny though, you can keep up an
illusion for only so long, too many factors set in,
too much of yourself, dying, when you have yet to live,
two roads two people, no one listening, damage is internal,
you feel older than your age, don't know what's wrong, but I know
yesterday I was fine,
seems the more I dig, the more I like, some times to fix,
you have to break, tonight I stop my decimation.
with them and they're telling
you how much they love you,
how much they understand you,
how much they agree with you,
how magic must have found you,
time is funny though, you can keep up an
illusion for only so long, too many factors set in,
too much of yourself, dying, when you have yet to live,
two roads two people, no one listening, damage is internal,
you feel older than your age, don't know what's wrong, but I know
yesterday I was fine,
seems the more I dig, the more I like, some times to fix,
you have to break, tonight I stop my decimation.
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