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Rain is a memory
So many dark mornings, in a strange place
Colored by mind, by vivid visions
Meditations and imagination
Painting the grey sky poignant

Now is no different
Time may remember the present fondly
For now, I can't
I need life to be easy again
Simple patterns, things that take no effort
I knew it was meaningless
But no one else does

If I were prettier maybe I could be a trophy
If my degree cost a little more, I wouldn't have this problem
If worth were what it should be, maybe we'd all get paid to live
Forging memories, telling stories would be our worth
Simply being worth knowing would be enough
I believe in the ifs and maybes
But what I believe doesn't matter

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