Fail

I've been thinking of faces I haven't seen in years.
The sun has set, and the room is dark.
And I'mwondering how they are.
THoughts like this lead me to regret.
Mistkaes are easy to remember.
But hard to forget.
So here I go again.
A means to an end.
What's the lie among friends?
Was I right or wrong, to trust no one?
Goodnight my friends.
Unanswered questions, was I right or wrong, to trust no one?
Will the sunrise bring more disappointment?
I'm sick of all these endless chapters of bitter verses.
A means to an end, goodnight my friends.
I think the sun has set.
I've given all I am.
That's all I have.
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