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My face pressed against the wall,

close my eyes and relive each fall,

open my eyes and swear she's there,

close my mind and act like i don't care,

i swear that we shared a time long gone,

only way i know it happened is from each poem,

not like i know em, i only lived em,

gave many second chances and was always forgivin',

yet that nice guy fucked up and presently he

wakes up, looks in the mirror and sees this me,

that he began to be drowing under his own sea,

i promise i cared! it's all in my poems, see?

why can't we fall back into instead of further apart?

the miles stretch longer as i relive the start,

my heart said to continue, my mind begged an end,

cause the only bullshit ending is "i changed, still friends?"