09.18.97
Thinking:
Of
that which will never be
And
of that which will be.
Thinking:
Of
empty dreams
And
of broken promises.
No
one ever said
It
would be like this.
I
want out,
I
want off,
This
marry-go-round.
It
doesn’t seem
So
fucking marry anymore!
I
want to start over.
Will
some kind soul
Push
the rest button?
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