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Why is the first one gone always the last to forget? When the memories abound, But the presence still lacks. The weight of the world, It seemed so intimidating. But the truth of it all, I've just stopped caring. My vision is shaky, My judgment is rotten, I don't even remember The good I've forgotten. Senses are dulled, Retro-vision: enabled. Repeat all the stories Until they become fables. The tensions will mount, Like mercury rising. We'll deal and cope, Find something to put the lies in. Move on, forget, remember, forgive. Roll with the punches, As long as you live. But sometimes... Sometimes they wont.
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Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
The First To Die
Why is the first one gone always the last to forget? When the memories abound, But the presence still lacks. The weight of the world, It seemed so intimidating. But the truth of it all, I've just stopped caring. My vision is shaky, My judgment is rotten, I don't even remember The good I've forgotten. Senses are dulled, Retro-vision: enabled. Repeat all the stories Until they become fables. The tensions will mount, Like mercury rising. We'll deal and cope, Find something to put the lies in. Move on, forget, remember, forgive. Roll with the punches, As long as you live. But sometimes... Sometimes they wont.
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Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
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