New Year

It's not. How we planned it to be. Maybe this year will be better. And still. A lack of colors and organized goodbye's. This could be, this could be forever... Things we felt was suddenly last year. While drinking champagne from plastic glasses While drinking champagne from plastic glasses It's not. How planned it to be. What has the year done for us. Lost. Up with dreams we are unable to articulate. It's all it's all it's all a dying breed. The world is shrinking. The black edges of the map filed in. While drinking champagne from plastic glasses. While drinking champagne from plastic glasses. While drinking champagne from plastic glasses.

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