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12.17.2013

Nothing Left


As I sit here thinking to myself,
I wonder if you ever think the same.
Of how we were just trapped in the world’s game.
But it’s far too late to play by our own rules.
We’re stuck in the same rut day by day.
Letting others opinions get in the way.
We let the world win.
We let what we had fade to grey.
We took our own routes, we didn’t make a way.
I wish we could rewind time to the day we met,
Do what we want, when we wanted and how we wanted;
but it’s just too late, far too late.
and those are now just memories slowly deteriorating away.
Slowly, with no remorse.
Drifting until
there are
none


left.