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These times I remember are the ones where I laughed I gave I became posemarks from different eras lives I can barely remember stories that retell (rewrite) themselves with different endings (bitter endings) It's intangible looking better off pretending nothing ever happened There is no one here to write hom eabout There is no one here in this town I traveled the world. Welcomes overstayed and passports overstamped. All I got was a t-shirt. I sent you a package of irony. Did you receive her? From Letras Mania