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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>mania</b></p>
<p>published: 12-27-2016</p>
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<p>the golden days are here<br />
but they're dying out fast<br />
the "sands of time" metaphor has grown stale<br />
but somehow I still feel the need to make it<br />
for time stretches out when all I want is the sun to go down<br />
but flees when I want it to hang high</p>
<p>do you love? do you need love?</p>
<p>I've made so many friends over the past few days<br />
and a few dozen enemies too<br />
too bad they aren't real</p>
<p>my eyes are bleary<br />
from too long spent in the confines of my room<br />
trying desperately to forget the person I am<br />
at least for a little while<br />
so ironic that I make such a big deal about trying to keep myself<br />
and then turn around and do the exact opposite when I have the chance</p>
<p>but then again, all my worst enemies, real or imagined<br />
will always say that I was a hypocrite<br />
it's up to you whether or not you want to believe them</p>
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