The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinkin’ that we almost had it all
Day in. Day out. Night in. Night out.
Day after day. Month after month. Year after year.
How so many toil. In solitude. Unrecognized.
To stay afloat. To profit nameless, faceless persons.
Those thoughts intermixing with thoughts of personal loss.
All of it beautiful in its own sorrowful way.
—rm
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