as you die

you learn to love

what you're losing

you could plot a graph

love vs. time

life vs. time

(rising.

falling.)

and at the point

where the lines intersect

you will hear four

pretty words spoken clearly:

"steal back your past"

good, you'll think,

now i'm hearing voices

and now i've got a sweet tooth

but the pastries are not made so well

now as they once were

now they're just ok

and my molars are all

starting to decay

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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