“I know it’s dire, my time today”
I am afraid of shrinking and having no one notice,
He will make you a part of nostalgia,
And in that moment, you will change the definition of regret
They know every revolution will devour its children
We fight, again the cycle will replay.
You can nearly hear the children, pointing from the streets
“Where is Heaven if we can’t see it?”
Slowwwwwwwwwwy growy sticky veins and thickly gains made daily daily
May God bless us, everyone
We are still alive.
Compiled by Madelyn Taylor
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