Don't bother
This
This is the chapter
Actually this is my chapter
You said
You told me this a year ago
Or two
It's so easy to forget
When you are busy changing a pattern
When you are busy changing the past
So you explain to me
To never let it be
And you know me
Because that line broke
Each shade of the foreshadowing
Go away
Just don't bother
We all wrote this chapter
But my name is carved in it
Go away
Just don't bother
The chapter
The grand surprise
Started with a simple good bye
And a not so easy
Where will I go
Where went I
Do we have a shot at a memory
Can this part tell us the part when the parts last part parted
Just stop
Go away
Don't bother
Walk out of my book
Never return to this chapter
That's the page when I get the fact
You can never outrun your past
Even if you mix it in your mind
Even if you delete it
And throw it in the river outside your house
Shoot it with your fathers gun
Hits it with your mothers wrath
You cannot outrun the past
That doesn't stop me from giving it another try
Go away
Don't bother
Can we rip out the pages
I didn't like the begin
I didn't expect the end
Could we change the pattern
Can we change the past
Don't bother
Why bother
This is the chapter
Actually this is my chapter
You said
You told me this a year ago
Or two
It's so easy to forget
When you are busy changing a pattern
When you are busy changing the past
So you explain to me
To never let it be
And you know me
Because that line broke
Each shade of the foreshadowing
Go away
Just don't bother
We all wrote this chapter
But my name is carved in it
Go away
Just don't bother
The chapter
The grand surprise
Started with a simple good bye
And a not so easy
Where will I go
Where went I
Do we have a shot at a memory
Can this part tell us the part when the parts last part parted
Just stop
Go away
Don't bother
Walk out of my book
Never return to this chapter
That's the page when I get the fact
You can never outrun your past
Even if you mix it in your mind
Even if you delete it
And throw it in the river outside your house
Shoot it with your fathers gun
Hits it with your mothers wrath
You cannot outrun the past
That doesn't stop me from giving it another try
Go away
Don't bother
Can we rip out the pages
I didn't like the begin
I didn't expect the end
Could we change the pattern
Can we change the past
Don't bother
Why bother
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It's kind of an inside joke, but with no joke if I can set it that way. Even if I'm pretty sure you will laugh at my bad poetry, my own horrible cliches. Did you even finish it, I don't think half of you will. Never mind, whatever. As always, forgive me for the expected typos and fuck ups.