Thinking
I think of all of the plans that we had made
Think of how once, I had it made
I should have seen the buzzards soaring
Waiting for it all to die
Waiting to destroy my soul once I stopped feeling alive
Blinded by my youth
Praying they were figments of my imagination
Hoping it was just a needless gut-wrenching feeling
It all came crashing down on that fateful summer’s eve
When special ties were severed
When I was essentially told to leave
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