My Conclusion
This is where the story ends
A young man fallen in his own mischief
Times I shouldn’t have
But I really adored my friends
Forty days, is forty or more sins
This is where my story ends
Not a whole lot of spiteful
Spiteful, unused energy
A headache is simply adding integers
Past chances is blown wind
Reassure my friends
That this is where the story ends
Cole street
No gravel below my feet
Fifty silverware a person
The next hour of continuous cursing
Pregnant hostess
With an infant that needs nursing
Waiter/slash/server
She spoke
But I never once heard her
Chips and salsa
That mistake is going to cost you
IOU’s with bronze coins to spend
I wish this was where the story ends
Do you miss me
I’d kiss you
But for twenty minutes now
I’ve been observing you
Through a glass lenses
Nineteen years
I’ve fallen before broken amends
When I held tears above my chin
Sadly this is where my story ends
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