Looking around I find
All these perfect people with their
Perfect faces, perfect lives
And looking back I miss the days when
I thought I was one of those people
The ever-ticking clock brings change,
In each fallen grain of the hour glass,
Strands of little more than destiny,
Cursed fate and how it led me here.
My, how different things were a year ago.
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Insanity
RandomStarted out with some kind of story but ended up just being a bunch of my thoughts
