So this is where we are after all this
The end of something that never was.
I miss feeling like we were something and that the World was ours.
And the way you are and smile and look.
That the world was ours a grand delusion, about as real as Oz.
Dorothy is dribbling Toto along the Yellow Brick road [...]

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Is it that time already?
I was in the middle of a dream
Making the most of wasted time
with the most amazing people that I’ve ever seen.
Its time for us to move on grow up get out
to go our seperate ways
but if in times to come theres nothing left
just remember.
A short eternity ago life threw us together
and [...]

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Poetry that doesn’t rhyme is a fucking waste of time
[I'm wasting time here]
dribbling on the page.
It’s all over isn’t it.
Thank God for that, was starting to drag
lover turns to recreation which turns to obsession which turns into occupation which takes over
your mind
your thoughts
your life
and you realize
that living life
waiting for you to come to your senses
living [...]

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