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Yesterday and tomorrow
my words remain the same
No room for change, perhaps
no room for a new name
Yesterday and tomorrow
I write all my mind into
a sheet of white until
I turn it black because of
all the pent-up spite
Yesterday and tomorrow
I play with fire on my own
so when I burn myself
I burn the forest that I've sown
Yesterday and tomorrow
I deem it as dead as my heart
the winding roads where you
wouldn't know where to start
Yesterday and tomorrow
I find my role in a play
telling stories not my own
but of people from far away
Yesterday and tomorrow
I live for a while until I've
used up all my time
turning sheets of white
into black voids full
of filth and grime
Yesterday and tomorrow
I'd say words that don't matter
when I open my mouth
you'll only hear a sputter
Yesterday and tomorrow
indeed, I'll see you in
the remnants of my soul
I couldn't forget to remember
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an adjournment of scars, an endearment of stitches
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