Blank Screen
My work has come to a halt
As I think about how the time flew
All these years I’ve dreamt of memories
And most of them were of you.
I was a fool and so naïve,
And now I’m somewhere else.
No one can tell you how I feel
For I’ve made you up all these years.
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