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No thats not it no thats not all
My dear theres more waiting down the hall
Just like the moon there will always be more
Than just the craters you can buy at the store

For what reason musy I reveal
The very things that i feel?
Inan effort to be more real
Or to justify the ideal?

No way no can do
Ive been trained and raised to just not be true
For if i do oh dear youll see
The beautiful spectrum of a bruise so blue

I shall recount i shall recall
I sill tell the stories and all
But expect no closure nor significant remarks
That will make me more than a bystander in a park