Founder's Canon
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’ve been thinking, you know,
About us, this, and that,
How much I find I miss you,
And how much I want you back.
We now exist in one lone place;
The land inside my head,
Visions of us keep me alive,
But my inside’s all but dead.
Broken promises in my mind,
Words of love, turned to stone,
What I loved most, taken away,
Like always, left alone.
My tank is now on empty,
My shallow soul so hollow,
The void where you once were, no longer,
Gives me signs to follow.
I can’t go on, for I am being,
Eaten from the inside out,
By a love that yearns for you,
And with you, can’t do without.
I should release fantasy, I guess,
And purify my thoughts,
Erase the memories of you,
For you can’t regain the lost.
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