And it really doesn’t seem so long ago, that I believed I was better than this.” A last breath poet with his back against the wall- hit hard, hit, first and fuck them all. “I couldn’t change to keep in time, and so the time left me behind.” And all the things that we have done, they don’t mean shit if you don’t die young. Ten years later what the fuck has changed? Got a little less heart and a little more brain, got a little less spirit and a little less faith, got a little less pride and a lot more hate. And all the things you said you’d never regret have become the things that you can’t forget, he lost his way when he lost his flame, and ten years later what the fuck has changed? Don’t let it end like this.
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