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So here I sit, and intently think, I lightly mutter but never blink. I ponder of now, and of times before, I peer out the window, my thoughts leave the door. My eyes are vacant, my chest is bare, what life that was, is never there. My mind is gone, like its never been, it returns sometimes, just now and then. I may have gone crazy, though I'm not insane, I've never been normal, so i guess I'm the same. I'll remember this, like I've forgetten before, I've known what was coming, its almost a bore. Things that are, are what their not, this time the kettle, or maybe the pot. As I get older, I realize I'm young, I've covered a lot, but so much is undone.
In light of this, you can remember that- though brilliance is fleeting, my life is just that..
From Frank to anyone who took the time...
In light of this, you can remember that- though brilliance is fleeting, my life is just that..
From Frank to anyone who took the time...