It's beginning
The burning coal in the pit of my stomache.
It's heaping on flames
And causing my nasuea.
I'm memorizing every line,
Every contour.
I'm dreaming big to keep from fearing the worst.
I'm grasping at the hopeful future
As reality is full of more than bleak potential.
And oh say you'll miss me,
Maybe I'll believe you.
And oh say you'll love me
And
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