I was finally free
Free of that devilish, devious, dervish
It was a question, of how it could be over,
to everyone but me
How does one drown,
and not realize they're getting wet?
I was so confused,
this wasn't anything I planned
And I, having so little experience in such matters,
I tried to collect my things; my life
How does one pack a pound of guilt,
into a half pound soul?
Who really cares whose fault it is, or was
Apparently, everyone
And everyone did what they can
to ignore the present
and lament the past
How could they not?
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