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Well, If not now, then when? Do you want to look back? And ask how long it's been? Or When you went off track? Allow me to introduce you to the future Unwrapping gifts on Christmas morning Cover your brains wounds with a suture Fading Memories you continue adorning In Time"s eyes we are all just peasants So let this be your official forewarning Enjoy the now, and relish your presence And after I'm gone, I want no mourning Wake up instead and go full steam ahead My absence presents you new shoes to fill Use them to prove that I"m not truly dead And be my living testament, this is my will
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Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
Soul...less?
Well, If not now, then when? Do you want to look back? And ask how long it's been? Or When you went off track? Allow me to introduce you to the future Unwrapping gifts on Christmas morning Cover your brains wounds with a suture Fading Memories you continue adorning In Time"s eyes we are all just peasants So let this be your official forewarning Enjoy the now, and relish your presence And after I'm gone, I want no mourning Wake up instead and go full steam ahead My absence presents you new shoes to fill Use them to prove that I"m not truly dead And be my living testament, this is my will
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Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
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