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It’s not like I’ll ever be taken for granted,
the life that I led had once firmly implanted,
a lust for a time where I answer to none
but I look through my memories and know they’re all gone.

They opened my brain then they promptly decanted,
my darkest of thoughts and then left me abandoned,
to sit in my sorrow and slowly mull on
my deepest tirades till the anger is gone.

So come, sit with me and you’ll see single handed
how long it can take to be taken for granted
then look all around and you’ll find them all gone
as my bad thoughts flood back then I scream that I’m done.