To all the prodigal nuisance from hazy days that is now lost in the stale air of discarded waste
She carried herself well in red fatigues and stand now in defeat
Marvel now if you enjoyed devouring raw innocence during that inglorious feast
All the suffering that no living being should endure
My sanity, composure, dignity and pride; how do I preserve?
Those useless thoughts now that I think about it
Their purpose to stray me away from the present and blur my focus
Their purpose to stray me away from the present and blur my focus
Time and distance and the will I have
The missing ingredient is all I need to regain the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind...
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