Thu, 10/12/2017 - 21:47 -- Ian11dy

One more mimicry fallen in a pit.

One painful thought of years wasted.

One million times the words have fallen from lips.

One million lies have deflected from ears.

One must continue for the decades now invested.

One has lost the meaning of the hollow phrase.

One's love means nothing when nothing is meant.

One's time means everything and can be better spent.



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