After This Occurence

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After this occurence i have become concave
A bone with no marrow, a termite hole in a tree
Something so long strived for will never come to be
After this occurence I learned ignorance is bliss
Not knowing truth is wonderful when the truth is a knife to flesh
It is not a question of maybe, it is definite til my death
So after this occurence I sit here mourning for what was never even mine
And forever i'll be alone, lonely
For there is given in a lifetime only one chance,
If only...





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