Ever want to go back to the beginning,
When everything was perfect?
When everything was wonderful,
And everyone was nice.
But now everyone seems to hate you,
And call you names.
They trample on your spirit,
And your likes.
No one cares if you go down,
Or drown in your sorrows.
So if time travel existed,
You would go back to the beginning,
To when everyone was nice,
And everything was great.
In the beginning.
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Drowning In Reality
PoetryWe all need to dive into fantasy to keep ourselves from drowning in reality.
