Those who are okay today share a dark memory,
an honest effort to compel me.
But I wonder if the sharing helps that guilt,
that to themselves this was not dealt.
Last night in another dream,
you were singing every word so sweet.
One more song cause we're not done.
It was an encore of our love.
And I know all that begins,
will eventually end.
shared so much in turn but now it blurs.
A story's middle passes by,
Just remember the book ends of our time.
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