Pleasantly Aware
i do supposed as ghost grow mold, that they would
reminisce on the past they hold, some grudges untold
so people past and become cold,
this be the hollow mold, they to holy to hold, but hallow's
nothing in them so sad though, an outlook of sorrow,
but i don't borrow, creating for tomorrow means happiness,
felt that yesterday, always one step in sync with the present,
Hey! as i feel her presence staying aware has its benefactors
hesitant, NEVER,
sick of endeavors ending in Terror, so Grace be the bearer,
and to Each be Aware of the Present We Love.
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