Never knew quite when it stopped Nor when it began Just a chain of happenings Years floating Days passing by Falling in and out of madness Walking on the edge Pretending Faking strength Hiding behind smiles Never knew quite when it died Nor when it was torn Just a chain of bad ideas Years floating Days passing by You may think time stands still, it does not It disappears In the wake Whatever sense it makes We never learn from our mistakes Whatever comfort it might bring Nothingness embraces everything
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