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It is a danger to wonder.

My heart will cease to beat

It’s murder to remit the thoughts.

It is crazy to daily daydream

Corrode my veins Drain them dry;

It’s retaining for me to relive the days.

What a waste for me to “what if”

My brain won’t bear the burden,

So it’s wonderful; Beautiful the way I used to feel,

Why does it wear me down so much just to rethink.

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