I thought it got better

But I was wrong

But I wrote that letter

And that makes it worse.



I wrote it, as I talked online

In bright red marker ink

The day will come; it is mine

My destiny is this.



I talked to him till the early morning

I told him what I thought

I was a bird that was just soaring

My thoughts laid out so clear.



Yesterday was one but turned to four

Today it goes to number three

It is my lucky door

That is the one that calls to me.



Later in life you may ask why

People wont care when later comes

You will turn and you will just sigh

But in the end you will forget.



It will help I tell you now

I wont be someone who is not me

You may ask why; you may ask how

This is the beginning; it is the end.


 
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