It fades gradually. Kids hanging

Outside less and less

Until one day it



Blind and resistant to change

I went through the motions

Doing the same old thing

Waiting for them to return

Warding off the dragons

Saving empty sodas for kick the can.


Sure, you have those days

Where everyone back pedals

And things pick up where they

Left off.

But they’re temporary, fake.

In the end

You just lose everyone



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