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Ryan
Ryan’s helping me again.
I’m trying to be funny;
Maybe he’ll help me again.
Because I’m damming up the river,
Hoping I can come back to it.
Oh my little empress
I’m going to make sure
Everyone hears your story.
I swore that to you,
Staring into your blind eyes.
I wanted to remember everything
Because this has to be
More than just a story.
Memories are cruel
That they interpret
Our past with a bias to the present.
That means the joy you gave me,
Only illustrates the desperation
I’m feeling now.
But where else can I go?
Maybe its not the same,
But I’m swimming
In whatever you can call this.
