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(this is from 2012 or 2013, approximately)

It’s the coolest shit ever,
Not the tv show,
Or the piano,
Or even the science,
It’s like it’s been there,
So many times,
Sitting behind the sidelines,
And just laughing.
You take a break,
While your friends laugh,
And reminisce,
About the previous moments.
What’s up?
NOTHING!
But seriously, what’s wrong?
And he just laughs and laughs,
And you know,
That this type,
Isn’t the speak,
Outlined,
Five lines above,
OH.
It’s like reality’s playing a cruel joke,
A cruel,
Cruel,
Joke.
And if you were younger,
It might help.
Burn up, and just die,
Watch yourself,
Die.
What?
You wonder,
How many superstars figured it out,
And didn’t tell anyone,
And how many superstars,
Never figured it out,
And never,
Ever,
Told no one how,
They felt,
Their entire lives.
It’s all right there,
And that’s what’s frustrating.

You want to scream out epically,
And remind the world that your part,
Is completed.
And it’s all over for now.
And that over,
Is everything.
But unfortunately,
And as truly,
As you’ve ever known,
It will never be over.
The chase,
Is the chase,
As long as it’s,
The chase.
A chase,
That can only chase,
Itself,
As long as we chase,
We,
Chase,
In a maze,
Lost,
In the maze,
Lost to the point of,
Insanity.
That’s life.
And your heart screams in,
Sorrowful fury,
Then wait,
ALL of that is,
Meaningless,
The line that means,
The,
Most.
Is.
Not.
The line.
Ha.
It’s hard to explain in words.
In words.
I mean, really.
There’s a point when you realize that your friends,

Were just,
Your friends,
For the present moment.
For music,
Reminds us.
Indefinitely.
In
Definitely.
That’s the other pure truth.
Music will always be there.
In your head,
In your world.
It never leaves.
What does that tell,
The,
Soul,
That,
Observes,
And,
Makes,
The,
Mistake,
Of,
Identifying.
Once again,
We find ourselves painting,
For years,
And years,
Like greek legend,
We lose ourselves.
And once again,
With tears,
Or music,
Or that,
I SCREAM!
Oh no,
My friends.
My cry,
Reminds,
That this poem,
Was written in transition to,
The bliss,
We all know,
Lies.

In.

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