No Fate
How many times must I walk down, along this babbling brook?
Wondering, hoping, praying, maybe I was mistook?
Will I ever forget the smell of her hair?
Will I not be reminded of her, everywhere?
Will I ever get a normal feeling back in my lungs?
Can I ever watch another episode of The Young Ones?
Could this friendship ever go back to something that was once so very great?
Or will I wander this world, forever alone, believing, I have no fate?
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