Those times where we laughed.
Those times where we sang.
Those where we even cried.
All gone, with the most subtle wind.
Snatched everything. Every little bit of reality away.
There was a time when things made sense and the skies blue and blood red.
Now the skies are red with the blood of blue soaked shirts.
You remembered those times.
Even remembered me.
This whole new, big world means nothing.
Is nothing.
A glitzy cup held the poison.
The chipped held the gold.
So how can you just exist there and break my heart all over again.
It is my fault for allowing it to get this far.
My, my, my..
There is no use.
My heart hardly feels mine.
It’s all a joke.
You wait and wait for the authentic: “Just kidding!!”
But like many hopes, dreams, saviors, and death; it never came.
It never came.
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