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There is still the gray sky of first love.

There is still the weakness of growing up.

There is still the tingling of losing your gift,

while you struggle to remember,

you swear your losing it.

I cannot be Jesse Lacey,

and I cannot write Jesse Lacey's songs,

and I cannot know what it feels like to

succeed.

I do not want to read this poem,

I want to click it off and forget it existed.

But for the sake of remembrance,

I won't.

I have lost my talents and my feelings and my love.

I am no one.

I am merely another man in the 230458 AUs of the world,

and my life is .06 seconds long in the span of a day of the universe.

FUck it.

FUck it.

Its not even worth getting this pissed off.