yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
I can’t help but feel I’ll be forgotten once another pretty face comes along.
My mind is like a thousand flitting butterflies, their rapid wings flying from flowers of analysis to buds of conclusions, n then back into gardens of confusion. And all the while, the flowers are dying.
I’m thinking so much that my mind has gone blank.
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