Soon, the moments will be gone.

Just like the memories of the Patriots are gone,

the feelings of home, the need to escape,

the longhorns - soon to be panthers, will escape.

They will leave my thoughts forever, 

and I shall look back here, and see

the truth was never to be.

It was all a lie.

Why can’t I believe it now?

The End

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