I remember joy.
I remember the pain.
I remember lies.
I remember the serenity.
Random memories of tomorrows never had.
Sadness grown from sown seeds sorrow.
No tomorrow can give me laughter.
No tomorrow can hand me relief.
No tomorrow, will I have.
No tomorrow, some may say.
Given to bouts of fancy.
Riding poisoned gifts given.
Goodbye to joy.
Goodbye to abuse.
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