Dead Poem
I had high hopes and dreams that never seemed to come true.
Maybe that's why I have very few friends.
My artistic abilities are getting there but what happened to them in the first place?
Why live life on the edge?
Why not edge the life you live on?
Why be behind the thing that you can defeat by standing in front.
Why are sad songs so relaxing?
Why can we just stop and smell the roses and fix our problems the logical way?
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