All these things
All this money, can’t buy me what i really want.
All these vehicles, don’t take me where i really want to go.
All this time, doesn't give me forever.
All these people, can’t replace you.
All these memories, won’t bring you back.
All these languages, can’t say what i really need to say.
All these erasers, won’t vanish my mistakes.
All these things, i ever want the most....
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