A new
blank page
Like a new blank day
A
cloudless sky
A warm breeze blows bye
And on
and on we go
The phone lay quiet
The
television died
All that’s left must be separated
Pull the truth apart from lies
And all is well that ends as well
That’s
where we are after all
The beginning of the end
The end
of the beginning
I burned my dinner yesterday
And
watched as my good intentions went with it
I try my damned hardest
But
always seem to fail
Used to be id look in the mirror
And
hated what I see
Now it’s only when I look inside
I feel
so grotesquely
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