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Maybe it was in the way that
You told Aladdin he’d never had a friend like you
Or in the way that
You taught us that even adults can be kids
In Hook
Or in the way that
Underneath my left breast
carved into my ribs in powdered jet
8.11.14
the day the happiest man alive
killed himself
and we all found out
that he was pagliacci
La Commedia è finita!
Don't you remember when grandma took that picture
The one with our cousin steph?
Don't you remember all the good times we had
Together before you left
In a world of oblivion
All are forgotten here
Some try for rememberance
But to all there's an end
So in this fast-moving world
I give my verse
When the rest of the world seems like a movie reel
Spinning incessantly
Spitting useless nonsense
Faster than you can process,
But it's playing a beautiful picture
You've heard
Four in the morning, mother was screaming
But the screams weren’t in anger, only slightly in pain
But mother and father smiled moments later
And everything changed
