sugar, spice and everything nice
But only the size of a walnut
You could judge me for abandonment
My best friends never did no matter
The amount of chocolate to save my portrait
No matter how contaminant
I felt nothing could make it better
No matter the price
It was done at Hope
On the Ides of January7
This made life socially awkward
By braking my moral code
Which gave me a mental mope
And all I had was my sanctuary
And I wouldn’t pay it forward8
While on this road
I wonder
Knowing the future
Before it became the past
Could have saved us
Since it hit us like
Kryptonite no matter
The problem drove us apart
It’s a sin to kill a mockingbird
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