My first regret- 01/13/99
You poor, silly, tragic boy,
your life revolves.
I don't quite understand it,
but I think, neither do you.
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If I was to leave,
where would you go.
You poor tragic, little boy.
You follow me.
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You are younger every day.
Never seeing future.
You only see me.
Me in the past.
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Where is your present?
Where is your future?
Tragic little fool.
You are free, I can see.
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You are younger,
you are free,
so please, stop following me!
You foolish little boy.
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I don't force you to be here.
So why are you?
I don't want you near,
what will you do?
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