Tomorrow, today will be a memory,
And when we mislay our psyche, everything will be forgotten
And so will all of us.
Friendships will be abandoned, and hearts will be shattered,
And when our generation has died, in the shadows we will unearth our precedent.
We will tell our stories of a journey through life
Where we all felt the end, but we kept fighting through the arduous times,
To locate the ghost of our happiness.
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