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and in the end
it's just a collection
of songs i can never
listen to again,
hastily scribbled poems
on sun-soaked pages,
and a mind full of memories
i try too desperately
to forget ;
in the end it's just
hoping once more for a lovelier, livelier
future
to deliver me from yet another
past.

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