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The Future Becomes The Present, Then The Past
Somehow We Both Knew We Wouldn't Last
Tomorrow Turns To Today, Then Yesterday And It's History
No Matter The Time Frame We'll Always Have That Chemistry
I'm Still Staring At The Stars Looking For Constellation Gemini
I'm Abruptly Crowded By These Thoughts Of You And I
Relentlessly Invading My Mind As I Let Out A Prolonged Sigh
Took Out My Phone And Wrote This Then Began To Cry


A Poem By The Existential Crisis Boy

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