What you see isn't what you should believe

Your eyes are the limits that do deceive

That what you think is real and what you see is all you've got

And what you've lost has been forgot

Too much drama

Too much change

Need to start a fresh page

Never mind a page

How about a book?

Read it until the end

You'd perceive it as depressing

And you'd never understand

My closest possession

The End

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