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Everything Has Changed
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June 2013 The storms end the same, still strange,
that everything feels like it has changed,
still stuck in the same rut, will it last?
find the closest bin and recycle my past,
then admit it, it's towards the trash,
cause only then can i let go of my past,
my walls stand tall, now painted blue,
cause of you, and you, and you, and you,
and you were supposed to be the puller not
the pusher shoving me deeper into quick sand to rot,
everything has changed, can i live up
to the man i want to be? yet you think it was i who gave up,
i never did, and now it's realized,
way past the time i could trust real eyes,
now that door is closed, lock turned tight,
that last time you said me being the only one isn't right.
