at times like these where I reflect
upon those times words weren't checked
that entered air without a thought
and left the reciever hurt with drought
the bonds that were destroyed by sounds
where minds felt like they were hunted by hounds
unintentional slip of sanity
followed by episodes of vanity
The butterflies that flew away
the crossroads that lead us astray
of windings that we don't understand
but we try to cross hand in hand
at times like these where I reflect
Ahh, to hell, as if someone checks
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