I'll always look back
with sorrow
to think
what this was
The fertile passion
enrichment
Engorged with quality
mostly
Entertainment
I almost laugh
ok, maybe I do
At what it is now
Feeble
and monotonous
Uninspired
The flames that use to
consume
Sometimes scorned
but alteast it was fun
at times
a masochistic way
It was better than this
Whatever sort of sad
shell this is
You'll never now what I'm
takling about
Since
it's not infront of your face
and that definately fills me
with deserved arrogance
You have no idea
because you only understand
stunted fatal high school
concepts
You have no right
to this
burial ground
of greatness
Birth sign: Gemini
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