I made this poem, it's not special, I wanted an emotional end....
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"Teardrop on the fire"
we always return on the now
it feels like a massive attack
whoever has made that decision
feels like that he planed a collision
on states of returning no more
where sorrow and stumbling is for
a teardrop is gaining the race
I 'm here but I 'm waiting for grace
we always return on the now
uneasy to be back around
