A drop in the ocean of nostalgia,

seek to hurt and cause pain,

black ivy cursing down your spine,

chip off the perfection until you cry,

rise up squirming through the horizon,

fighting back those tears,

building a new castle,

conquering your fears,

a droplet in the moat,

nothing but a joke,

deciding to be the lake in a simmering fire.

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