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Drunken stupor in times bluer than a starless night sky

Sunken deep time becomes a blur and begs the question, I

No, that’s a lie

As I wonder why

I’m feeling bad about the way that I’m living

Too young to not rest in peace 

Too old to not have found it yet 

Too fast to stop so I cannot cease

Chasing dreams on which I bet

The past with you that had the keys

Stolen, driven golden, I see the sunset

But that was then

And in the end 

You’re too far in the rearview to look back now

© The Sad Owl

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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