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obtrusive thoughts

I can never explain the poison of reason,
It passes by day, it passes by season.
In the endless day of no tomorrow,
She will drown her regret in a pool full of sorrow.
Endless nights, and forever tomorrows,
A love that she only borrows.
You reach a plateau, and nobody knows..
That she waited in line, just for the back row.

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