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Bruise
Vacant joy
of solitude, his selfish mind
He knows
the price to pay
Childhood toy
It kept him safe but he grew up
It's thrown
him away
Videos and popcorn
but the bruise can still be seen
It's deeper this time
it might be for good
Time still flies
The clock still says it's half-past twelve
She knows
that's not true
Dreamy lies
still hold the truth when all is said
and done
it's good as new
The silver lining breaks
and lets the sun shine through
I touch my dream
and when I wake
I'm by myself
but I'm not lonely
Videos and popcorn
as the bruise begins to heal
It's deeper this time
but it's not for good
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