The more turned off a turned off people get,
Very few are trying to relive the moments...
That created it to reminisce.
Once a patience has been spent,
I know of no one who records this to document.
And those that do,
Seek clues and evidence.
But when something has been tolerated,
Comes to an end...
It is over and done.
Not revisited to start over again.
No one conscious is into that kind of punishment.
No matter what deflated dollar is said to be paid,
To those willing to give information that relates to it!
From these scenes people split.
That's it!
Not to look back ever again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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